I opened the cupboard under my actual stairs

What the house dream asks you to put down, and what it does not.

I have written the same landing down twice

What a fortnight of notes shows you that one morning never can.

Elena's kitchen has a door that should not be there

It will not stay open, and she has stopped trying to prop it.

I knew where the light switches were

A house you have never lived in, and the rooms you had forgotten about.

What you sent

Two weeks of your dreams, one line each, and nothing from me.

There is a bucket in my hall and no rain

What a week of rain dreams says is already on its way.

Awake, and unable to move

The switch that turns your muscles off, and the morning it is slow coming back.

Ilze opened the window herself

Three of your rain dreams, answered short, before the week gets going.

It rained indoors and nobody minded

Rain in a dream, and whether anybody had put a bowl down for you.

One question, then the weekend

Nothing to do today except take this one to bed with you.

You never put the bag down

Every chase dream I have had, I was carrying something.

It was gone before the kettle boiled

The first minute after you open your eyes is the whole of it.

Marta stopped running and looked

Her mother was standing there, out of breath, holding a coat.

Something was behind me and I never looked

The chase dream, and the one question it is actually asking.

Five lines, none of them mine

A fortnight of replies, one line each, with the names taken off.

Something lighter is already on its way

What a flying dream is reporting, and the reason most people miss what comes next.

The nightmare treatment nobody mentions

Recall it, change what happens next, then practice the new version awake. That is the whole of it.

Three of you flew last week

One was watched, one came back after decades, and one of you is doing it badly.

Nearly everybody has flown at least once

And almost nobody does it often, which turns out to be the interesting part.

The four dreams people ask me about most

What each of them usually turns out to be about, with the folklore called folklore.

What are you still holding?

One question for the weekend, and a book worth your time if you want one.

The day after a bad night

Two thoughts make it worse than it is, and both of them are on a clinical questionnaire.

You probably do not need more sleep

The steadiest finding in sleep research is also the kindest, and it asks almost nothing of you.

The uncomfortable truth about coping well

Your jaw has been doing a job all night, and today is about putting one of them down.

The reason you do not remember your dreams

It is probably not your memory, and the journal advice is shakier than people say.