Dreams vs. Reality

Do you ever incorporate something real that happened with a dream and then wonder, did that happen or was that just in my dream?
I'm not talking about something big, but I've been having a lot of trouble with memory lately. I thought it was drinking wine, so I stopped drinking alcohol (okay so not completely, but I only had a few drinks Monday after a rough day.  Other than that, I had a can of kool aide at the concert Sunday, but I haven't even been drinking my regular glass of wine a night - I thought was affecting my memory the night before).  I have now decided that it is not the alcohol, so it has to be one of the everyday drugs I'm taking.  When I try to remember the evening before - EVERY morning..I have trouble remembering what happened from about 9pm on.  (And NO it's not because I'm sleeping, you sarcastic weirdos)  Anyway, last night a friend of mine was texting me about 9:30, and I went to sleep at about 11 and had a dream where the texts happened and I was talking to my mom about it.  Weird thing, this morning, I could not remember if I actually did text or if was in the dream.  I remember other things from that timeframe, but not that.  I had to look at my text logs today.  I'm starting to think I have early onset Alzheimers or something.  This kinda freaks me out, but on the other hand, I don't really mind not remembering things as long as I am not hurting anyone.
Back to the dreams thing.  Gary tells me that he rarely remembers his dreams.  He can even scream about something and I wake him up and he doesn't know what he was just dreaming about.  This does NOT happen to me.  I have very vivid dreams and always have.  I wonder why that is for some people.  In times of stress, I have nightmares, and I mean nightmares to the point of not wanting to sleep anymore.  Back when my parents divorced and my mom moved in with us, I had some of the worst nightmares ever and there were times where I would dream, and wake up and something horrible would happen, and then I would realize in my dream that I was still dreaming.  This happened for weeks, and it kind of got to a point where I didn't know if I was sleeping or awake even when I was awake.  Anyone ever have that happen?  I've also had issues before where I'm on the edge of sleep and think I hear something in the house and try to wake myself up and panic because I can't move but I can hear things around me.  Scary stuff.  I don't like it. But on the other hand, some of my dreams are AMAZING and sometimes I do want to stay there forever.  For instance, last night, Gary and I recently were talking about unicorns verses Rhino's and I dreamt that I had a pet Rhino named Charlie.  (I gave rides to kids on his back) definitely weird and in the middle of it, my mom and I were talking about the texts I received last night about a bed and how getting a bed tied to his back might make it more comfortable kinda like they do with camels and the platforms.  Yeah whatever..but I wonder if it is common to have such vivid dreams or more common to be like Gary and rarely remember them.

That is all. . . .

me loves me some Android

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I just had to post that.

Nik - I got the bags from overstock and I think Gary and I will be fine being home alone Christmas morning.

So...have you ever been feeling something down deep and you didn't even realize the emotions you had about it until you started talking about it, and then it was like the flood gates opened?
I really miss my Dad.  I guess I didn't realize how much I was missing him until I tried to tell him that last night.   I am a blubbering fool sometimes, and I'm good with it.

I think sometimes a good cry is healthy.  I wonder how many men really cry when we're not looking.  I would rather the crying be when I'm not looking though, I don't know why, but I really don't like to see men cry.  It's okay if someone dies, but not about the stuff I cry about.  You know - - as I'm typing this , I'm thinking wow..how wrong is that?  Seriously, I want to be treated as an equal to a man at work, but . . . I don't want men to cry, because they should be tougher than that.  Strange realization.  I also just realized . . . I sometimes answer my feelings with "it's okay, I'm a girl"...hmm..something to think about..I'll bet men would rather I cry when they aren't looking too though..

I love water.  No, I mean I really love water.  I remember when I was younger and I used to feel like 'yuck, water'...  How is it that now, I crave it?  I guess that's good.  I like tea, too, but water - good ice cold water - is so fantastic.  Of course, I love red wine, too.  Last night, in the middle of the night, I got up and drank like two full glasses of cold water, and I went back to sleep thinking about how wonderful water is.
I had the most interesting dream, too.  I swear sometimes my dreams could be movies.  So, I was like in the third person and watching these army guys get blown up by alien forces.  Somehow these two guys took off running up a hill only to see tons of people that looked Zombiefied walking down the hill.  One of the guys walked into this webbing stuff and then started to lose his mind and become also Zombie like, and his friend pulled him out of the stuff and he regained his mojo and they both ran away.  Anyway, long dream short - There were these aliens that took over the world, but they couldn't invade certain towns for some reason.  The white stuff was surrounding plants and made people lose their minds, but if you got them to a town where the aliens were they regained their senses.  Also the AM radio stations were somehow turning people into Zombies and would brainwash them into going out of the towns to get captured, but FM stations were off limits to the aliens somehow.  There was a family I kinda followed and some running guy that was getting in shape to take on the aliens because they killed most of the military..  I woke up thinking..wow..good dream, maybe I could have that one again sometime.  I know, right?  I know what you're thinking, but I'm not a total lunatic, just a tad crazy.