I don't remember my dreams very often, if ever. Maybe once every month or two I'll actually wake up with some vague impression of what I was dreaming.
Last night, I had a dream I was driving fast down a long highway, paved in that tan concrete stuff that's mostly for bridges. It was bright and sunny, not a cloud in the sky, and every mile or so, I would pass a dark streak of fresh gore smeared across the pavement. The streaks were long, as if someone had hit something big and dragged its victim along for a bit. There was no roadkill (at least none that I caught a glimpse of), but the blood was wet and shining in the oh so bright sun, obvious