As a little girl I came across a red book owned by my mother with a green Chinese dragon on the cover entitled "Dreambook". I still have no knowledge as to why it was puchased, but I most definitely was interested in it's contents when I entered my teen years.

Whenever I had a dream I would capture the book and delve into the scant categories to try and find the answer to what my night's dream meant. The subtitles were vague and it was quite frustrating as the circumstances contained in explanation usually did not meet the description of what my revelrie had consisted. For example if I dreamed of riding a horse, I had to take the subject matter for what was listed under "animal" as there were no specifics for horse. If I would search under "riding" the reference was more comparable to motor driven vehicles. I began to to wonder how would dreaming of a horse be the same as dreaming of a chicken? Yet they were both animals and categorized the same. After several researches I decided not to refer to the book anymore.

It wasn't until I was an adult that my curiousity of the book nagged at me once again. I searched the internet, found the book, and purchased it. I thought that I was more grown up now and could understand the subject matter. No dice. The book still didn't offer what I expected.

I began to pay close attention to my dreams. What I discovered was that all the input that my subconcious mind captured was stored in a memory bank. The relevance of my dreams could be compared to the information that was absorbed within my mind. Various people who were in discussion from prior days and events talked about, overheard or televised on radio or television were in my dreams. The only difference was that the input was scrambled. A different person was put in a circumstance. The mixed-up scenarios either frightened or comforted me. They denoted a horrible (aka nightmare) or good dream.

When my daughter grew to adulthood she would share her dreams and we would try to analyze them. And, sure enough, we could come up with the reason a dream occurred.
She had either heard about someone or something previously - stored the event/person in her mind - and thus released the information from her brain into a dream. Being the mother that I am, I sheltered her by trying to justify "it was NOT a bad dream, nor an omen".

I am not a believer of aliens or ghosts. Area 51 exists and I could care less about what happened there or what is going

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