My dreams show me too much sometimes. Parts of me I don't want to see hide in objects, in places, in people, in my head in my sleep. As with everyone, they sometimes flee my mind once my eyes open. Only bits and pieces remain, but only abtract concepts and feelings. However, as I write them down more and more, more of them stay. They stay longer when I have a written copy of them. I don't think dreams come with a meaning in itself, but they're easy to find when you analyze them a little deeper than just watching them.