For a little while I was keeping track of my dreams, particularly around the time I was reading a lot of Jung. (Aside: Funny how as soon as you start reading about Jungian dream analysis, your dreams start getting all Jungian). But these days there’s no point. It’s not that I don’t dream. It’s just that the alarm clock is set to turn on NPR in the morning. So the only dreams I remember are news dreams.
Like recently I dreamed I was at a prayer meeting, and George W. Bush showed up, and confided that he had lung cancer or something like it. He was a nice guy in person, although he could be a little stuffy. Another time recently I dreamed I was in India at the headwaters of the Ganges (NPR was doing a series on the Ganges).
Actually it’s probably an improvement over my old dreams, since my unconscious by itself is rarely very imaginative.