I remembered my first dream in long time. It was absurd and funny and exciting and confusing. I woke up an hour before my alarm to sit in the living room and write it down.
I was into reading some Carl Jung disciple's work for awhile to better understand the unconscious and to see if I could invoke some grand life realization through dreamwork. The desire was there, but not the discipline. It would have helped to have some kind of mentor. I didn't stick with it for long. Plus I was using weed pretty frequently, which inhibits dream memory. I stacked the cards against myself there.
As some kind of artist, it makes sense to me that I should strive to be a "dreamer," sleeping or otherwise. Shouldn't I be well acquainted and fluent with the language of my dreams so that I can better realize them in the waking world?