dreams again

For years, I did not dream, or maybe I did and never remembered anything. A side effect, or collateral damage, of acute insomnia, probably. Now that I dream again, I find fascinating this mix of real-life and fantasy, the mixing of people who have never met and never will, the mixing of their languages--as in my dreams some people express themselves in a language that is not theirs--, the entire new world that all people usually enjoy. Yes, dreams evaporate and dissipate quickly but I now have some memories of what they were, who was in them, the locale, etc. A whole new world...