Until this year, I never dreamed in color. If I did I don't remember. I loved the first dream that was in color. In the dream I was showing a friend pictures in a photo album when suddenly beautiful fresh-cut flowers fell out of the back of the album. I remember being startled in the dream, and then I looked at each every flower thinking I wanted to remember what the flowers looked like. I saw small yellow roses, two red roses, and some lavender flowers. In the second dream my sweetheart was standing on a primitive bridge in the forest and he was wearing a burgundy colored turtleneck with long sleeves. I had wondered from time to time if I'd had dreams that were in color. Now I know I've had at least two for sure. I hope there will be more.