Me too what?
There was a Pipers’ Zone once, hosted by Rod Surly. Coincidence? I think not!
djm
got deleted, dinnit! 
You too (your dreams) indicate you are struggling to contain the passions bubbling within. Etc. See above.
Impossible. Eight-key simple system conical bore pre-Boehm post-Classical block-mounted “Ruddall-esque-meets-Nicholson-esque” blackwood timber flutes cannot possibly be your average dreamstuff. I can prove this: everyone calls it a clarinet.
shoulda got boxwood 
Ok, so the reason I can’t get paid is I’m trying to sell stories. If I bottle scented bathing products, perhaps I will achieve success.
You know, Em, I think you would do majorly killer fortune cookies. But go for a salary and benefits, not piecework.
What does it mean when I don’t have dreams that I remember? (only three that I remember-in my whole life)
Is it some kinda sign? Should I worry-and therefore loose more sleep?and miss more dreams?
signed,
Dreamless 
Perhaps it means you’re living the life of your dreams and, therefore, have no need to dream about it.
surely not- say it ain’t so.
Were Archie Campbell and Gordie Tapp singing in the background? (“Gloom, despair and agony on me…”)
Somehow, I don’t think that’s entirely accurate. But, it’s enough to keep me from posting about my dreams again any time soon
Slude is correct. However, my creative writing teacher (Ann Schlee - casually drops name of Booker Prize contender - 
) suggests as writing practice keeping a dream diary. Keep a notebook and pen by your bed, and write down any dreams. People are always in a rush when they wake up. It’s amazing how quick and precise your writing gets very very quickly. Even more amazing is how you suddenly start to remember your dreams.
My dreams are so dull I tend to sleep right through them. 
djm
Woohoo!
What we need here is a good psychologist.
Yeah.
Keeping paper beside the bed would be useless- there’s nothing to write down, nothing.
Maybe I go into a coma, maybe I don’t sleep deep enough, or maybe not light enough? All I know is I go to sleep and I wake up. That’s it.
The upside is I don’t have to wonder what a dream meant.
The downside is now I have to wonder why I don’t dream.
Awwwww… Let’s not spoil it… Are we too close for comfort, Dale?
(If we are just embarassingly silly, that’s fine - we’ll continue.)