the only dreams i remember for a long time are scary dreams.
they are to do with heights, or with atmospheric mounting catastrophes, or to do with meteorites.
the simple nonsense dreams are swept out of my mind as soon as they are had.
a recurrent dream i used to have was that i was a light bulb changer in a building that was the equivalent height of a 75 storey building.
but this building had no floors in it, and it had only a ceiling 750 feet high where the bulbs were to be changed.
i had to sit on a stool with no armrests or backrest, and i was not tied or strapped to the stool or any other safety measure.
the stool was mounted on a pole (like a firefighters pole they slide down) that was 750 feet long, and it hydraulically elevated me up to the ceiling so i could change the bulb.
by the time it got to the ceiling, the stool swayed very seriously despite the thickness of the pole it was mounted on. i could hardly hold on to my little round wooden stool seat, let alone grab the socket and put the new light bulb in.
in one of that series of dreams, i did grab the light socket, and i fell of the swaying stool, but clung to the light socket. the stool was swaying side to side and then it started to descend back down. i thought "i must choose a time to let go of this light socket and try to fall to the stool and catch it or i will die".
as i was trying to calculate the best time to let go, the stool was descending, and then it became too far down to chance it.
so in that dream i was left clinging with my hands to a light socket on a ceiling 750 feet up, and i did not know if it could support my weight. i did not know if i could clasp my hands so tightly on the socket for the time it would take to get a rescue team up to save me.
and the floor was 750 feet below.
that was possibly the worst dream i ever had.
what a gleeful awakening i had from that one. i was filled with hot relief when i realized i was in my comfy bed on the ground.