For the last six years or so the normal dawn routine is to wake from dreamless sleep, or occasionally wake knowing that I probably dreamed about something but have no idea what. Once in a long while I might have a name in my grasp when I opened my eyes, but it is like smoke in a net. H, on the other hand, usually goes on all sorts of adventures. No fair!

Till this week. Three nights in a row I woke up remembering all the details, for what may be the first time in many years. The only thing I can link it to is that I started taking Omega-3 capsules the day prior to the first night. I did a search and found this site and other people are reporting the same phenomenon.

The first night I dreamed I was in a house infested with zombies, but I was having a pretty good time. I guess that’s because Shaun of the Dead is the only zombie film I’ve ever seen.