I've been having really vivid ones for the past few months. I'm not sure if it's because I've slipped back into the not sleeping much pattern, or the fact that life has changed so much this year, or more than likely a combo of both. Last night I dreamed of a friend who went out wearing a red shirt which turned out to be the only reason he didn't make it home. Without going into details, it was so incredibly real that it still feels as though it actually happened. It took a while to fall back to sleep, and when I did, it was another vivid dream about visiting someones old house with sloping floors. She had a baby and was hanging out in this cold dank room of the house with bright white walls and windows set high. As I took the baby from her arms, all these birds started appearing on the windows ledges and seemed to swoop into the room as one. Not in a menacing way, but almost as if they were bringing comfort to the air with each swoosh of their wings. The baby started crying in fright, but I was...calm. I woke up with the most amazing feeling of being ok. I did look up the meaning of birds and the one that bothered me the most was this.. That only bothered me because of the first dream. So, do you believe in the power of dreams?