I remember my dreams. Often. Maybe it’s that crazy creative side of me, but when I go to sleep at night, I’m entertained all night long. There is no rhyme or reason to the dreams. Just last night I found myself wandering through the aisles at a trade show, where I stumbled upon new “friends” I met on Twitter. Super nice guys (virtually speaking), Adam and Corey, who are developing a product called Lemonesse, had a booth at the show and they were rocking it! In the dream, I walk past them, smile (a knowing smile) and continue on my way.

Now, as I said, these guys appear to be very nice guys with a pretty cool product but what was it in their story that seeped into my psyche only to be unleashed on the big screen during my REM cycle last night?

It’s so strange to me how real dreams feel. At least mine do. I’ve dreamt about weird things — like my husband “cooking my steak too thin,” (I know it doesn’t make sense but apparently that is what I asked him – aloud –one night after drifting off to sleep five minutes after I hit the pillow), and I’ve had dreams that have scared me to the core.

Last week I had the same dream 3 nights in a row. It was an unsettling dream about my daughter, now 24. Every night when I settled into a deep sleep, there she was, standing waist-high in the ocean–far from shore. And every night, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t reach her. She was about 5 years old, standing alone in the deep water. And she looked so scared that I couldn’t stand it, but I couldn’t get to her. And for two nights in a row, the lights would dim and the dream would fall apart (in an Inception-kind-of-way) just before I reached her.

On the third night, the dream opened the same way. I was on the beach. People were everywhere, and Robyn was standing out in the water, looking right at me. But on this night, instead of treading water, trying to keep afloat, she walked right onto the shore, effortlessly — as though she was never in any danger after all. I grabbed her tight, pulling her tiny wet body to mine. And when I woke up I could swear the taste of salt water was on my lips. Spooky stuff.

Well, it’s 10 p.m. and it’s time to turn in for the day, and I wonder what will be playing in my dreams tonight. Will I dream about the tiger that I thought was the neighbor’s dog — the one I fed and let into the basement? Or will I dream that I’m on stage with Bon Jovi, like I did last month when he and I started our European comeback tour.

Who knows what the night will bring!

photo: AlicePopkorn