I don’t have any wacky recurring dreams. The recurring part of my dream is my family in France. Well, I’m not entirely sure that we’re even in France, I just know that at least 3 or 4 times a week, I dream of certain members of my French family.
The dreams are always good, we’re together either at the dinner table, or somewhere outside, always a small group of us talking and doing things. When I wake up, I always feel like I got snatched away from something that was really happening. It is always so real. The feeling of being at home and being with family is so strong in my dreams. Those first few seconds of waking are always filled with confusion and then sadness because I’m not with them. The sad feeling lasts a little bit and then the rest of the day starts to unfurl and it gradually recedes back into the depths of my memory until the next night when my subconscious surfaces and I’m back with my French family.