I dream mainly in words these days. I frequently dream that I am writing a letter or answering an email that I have received during my waking day. Some days, when I receive an email, I wait until the next day to answer it, so that I can dream my answer.
In my dreams, I have perfect delicate handwriting, although in reality, a lack of handwriting practice has degraded my script significantly.
I also have dreams in which I speak my rebuttal to someone who has hurt or offended me.
Sometimes, I dream a snatch of a poem and sometimes, if I’m lucky, when I wake, I remember a tiny phrase, a poem-starter.
For many years, I have also had a recurring dream of standing on a high rocky cliff, watching a tsunami approaching.