So far this week I have only been able to remember two dreams because right after my alarm goes off to wake me up I start running through lists of things I need to do that day. That said, there are only two dreams that have been strange enough for me to remember them. Here's the less disturbing one. It starts out with me sitting in an open field under a very bright moon. Suddenly the moon disappears, and I'm left in just short of complete darkness. I see a light in the distance and run towards it. I run through trees and emerge onto a street lit with old fashioned street lamps. I hear footsteps behind me and continue running down the street up the street. As I am running I turn to try and see who is behind me and when I turn back around I am running into the same place where I ran from. Darkness closes in over me, and the dream ends.
