I had only allowed myself to remember the dream while alone.

He couldn't remember his dream of the night before, but something like this had been in it.

And, you know, I actually did begin to remember my dreams.

The boy remembered his dream, and suddenly everything was clear to him.

To remember my dream did not seem a particularly dangerous challenge.

He could not remember his dream, except that eyes watched him.

So I remembered the dream and knew it would be a story.

And - he remembered the dream of making love to her a few days ago.

He thought for a moment and found himself remembering the dream he'd had.

Often I am too tired even to remember my dreams.