At some point during my early childhood, I became conscious of what dreaming was. This, which I now consider a fairly common experience, was incredible for little me. A whole new world opened in front of my eyes.

And what is surprising is the fact that I remember all of my dreams. I would wake up every morning and go straight to my parents to tell them all about what happened in my last dream. Normally, I would forget those dreams within a day or two, but some of them have stayed with me to this day. 

Since this was my experience with the realm of dreams for such a long time, I always assumed that this happened to everyone. I thought that all people could remember their dreams just like me or my close friends.