
I still remember most of the dreams I shared in that thread, Mrs. C.
Your dream must have disturbed you Noel. I have noisy dreams sometimes where I can't make out what my relatives are saying because of where I'm sitting I'm hearing too many conversations at once or I'm wandering around trying to talk to them and nobody can hear me.
I remember having a dream once that I was vacuuming an old rug and the whole thing was being sucked into the nozzle and the hardwood floor uner it was breaking lose and under it was all kinds of cool antiques and presents still gift-wrapped.
I had hit a Christmas gold mine!
The dream was ruined by the spiders that were falling from the ceiling landing on me and I was swatting them away a little too vigorously and I woke up.
Of course, I searched under the rug, but there was no secret stash.

Another cool Christmas dream I remember was about a tiny elf.
I guess I'd been spending quite a bit of time with avatars, banners and such when I had one of the strangest dreams ever.
In my dream a teeny-tiny Elf hopped off the banner I was making and was scurrying around my place. I was trying to catch him to stick him back on the banner before O'Malley could catch him.
It was quite hilarious and such a ridiculous dream (with O'Malley and I chasing an Elf) that I woke up before I could get the Elf back onto the banner.
Sometimes, I view a computer just before waking up and I have to click exit or submit in order to wake up or change dreams.
I'm not crazy, I just dream that way.
I can't remember which dream I shared recently that reminded you of this question from the old CAY boards, but I've had a few recently. Dreaming of eating turkey isn't exactly a Christmas dream it could be a Thanksgiving dream, but I was hearing Christmas music in the background.
The other night I had a dream that I was little (about five) and my mom was holding me at the top of the stairs and I could see the presents in our livingroom and I was five again and I knew Santa was leaving surprises for me because I was his favourite.

One of my brothers asked me once why I thought Santa liked me best and I replied, "I felt him kiss me goodnight, but I didn't want to open my eyes in case he got mad and took everything."