Good morning Everyone!
Have you ever wondered where dreams come from? I‘m not talking about the “Be President/Travel the US in a RV for One Year” type of dreams, but the crazy jumble of facts and fiction that parade through our heads every night.
My husband and daughter rarely remember their dreams – although there have been one or two Saturday mornings when Kayla asked for just a few more minutes of sleep to “finish off her dream.” What dreams my husband remembers, he controls. He has the capability to tell his subconscious, while he’s still asleep, how he wants the dream to end. My subconscious, however, wanders footloose and fancy-free, taking me wherever it wants to. Maybe in part it’s rebelling against the control I place on it during the day.
I have one or two recurring dreams. I groan every time that I have to dial a number two or three times in “real life” before it goes through, because that means that the “I need to make a phone call but I can’t ever get the phone to put in the number correctly” dream is sure to pop up in the next week.
After over 20 years, I finally figured out that the “I forgot to attend a class for an entire semester and now the exam is tomorrow” dream occurs when I am under an intense deadline. Usually the dream includes the certainty that I have made an F in at least two subjects that semester and I am trying, in my sleep, to figure out what that does to my grade point average, can I somehow get around the F’s or will they matter and why on earth I didn’t drop the class before the drop/add deadline passed.
Most of the time, my weird dreams are simply curious to me, even the recurring ones, but I still can remember the dream I had 28 years ago when someone broke into the house and was about to kill me. A man was pointing a rifle right in front of my face while I was lying in bed. I woke up with a start as I heard the gun click as he pulled the trigger. I have one truly beautiful dream I dreamed back when I was about 15 that I also remember, for a couple of reasons. The first is that it was in color, one of the rare dreams I remember being in color. The second is that it was set in a radiant meadow where an absolute stunning mare and her foal were grazing. I don’t remember what happened in that dream, but the scene has stayed with me for more years than I care to count.
Scientists have been studying dreams for a while and are still speculating as to their biological function. What they do know is that the crazy night-time peccadilloes that our subconscious engages in are essential to our health.
Do you have any crazy or recurring dreams? Can you remember your dreams? Have you every kept a dream log? I’d love to hear what you have to say on the subject!
Have a great day!