I've always had very vivid dreams, that I remember. I have childhood memories of telling my sisters my dreams in the morning time. Now J-boy has that pleasure.
When I began dieting in earnest and actually losing weight about 16 months ago, I started having dreams about eating entire cakes. In the dreams, I would eat the cake without realizing what it was. The cake would be disguised somehow as something else. I wouldn't know until it was too late and I had already done the damage. I would be so distressed in my dream trying desperately to figure out what to do to rectify the situation. When I woke, I was always relieved to find out it wasn't real. I'd had similar dreams when I lost weight in my middle 20's. Aside from the occasional thought about what might be wrong with my psyche, I really didn't give the dreams much thought.
Last night I dreamed that I was lost in a hospital. J-boy and I had come there together, but had gotten separated, and a very nice lady was leading me back to him. It was a very long trip and so I ate some pineapple to give me strength to make it. Along the way she stopped for frozen watermelon. It didn't look that appealing to me, so I passed. Then I began to get hungry and got myself a grapefruit. We were getting on the elevator when the alarm went off.