Dreaming Rediscovered

Dream journalling is going well; my dreaming self has obliged by coming up with some interesting (to me, anyway) dreams. I am pleased because I had stopped remembering my dreams. I used to tell them to Mark, but he really isn't interested in hearing about them in vivid detail, so if I do tell him one, it's a one-line description. I thought maybe the wonderful, convoluted weirdness that goes on in my head when I sleep had atrophied; but looking at some of the images, I see that my sleeping self is better at coming up with things than my waking self.