As I was talking about things with my friend on my way to school today, we were talking about how she had a nightmare last night and what that nightmare meant. I wondered while we were talking where dreams, nightmares and fantasies came from, or where they went when we forget them in the morning. Do they have physical properties? Or are they completely immaterial and without substance. Too deep? That’s a blog for another time. As our conversation went on about her dreams we began to wonder why it was that we dream the things we do. To me sometimes dreams just seem to be random thoughts and the whole idea of studying meaning behind dreams seems so ridiculous to me, granted I am no expert on the mind or the subconscious where most if not all of our dreams occur, but I feel that much of the authority on dream studies is all random interpretations that are so overly generalized that they can be applied to any situation. Similar to Horoscopes. I do feel however there are times that dreams are warnings to things that are to come, but those are few and far between.
Recently I haven’t been able to dream much because… well I’m not really sure why to be honest. I used to have the most vivid of dreams and they were always some sort of fantastical scene that was so surreal I always knew it was a dream. I would have friends and other people I know in my dreams, I would even be able to consciously control what happened in some of my dreams. But alas, here I am blogging about dreaming when I haven’t had a dream in several months. Possibly because I fail to enter into a conscious restful sleep. Possibly because I lack a muse to inspire my subconscious to dream. Possibly because I do continue to dream but fail to remember them in the morning when I wake up. Who knows really, All I know is that life is much like a dream to me, we live each day being able to accomplish and do so many great things, yet at the end of the day we’re the same as we were in the morning, ready to move on to the next day and do it all over again. Looking back at each day of my life it seems that the memories I have of the things I do are much like dreams, because I can’t recall all the details of the past but only remember highlights of the things that I did in the past. I suppose it doesn’t really matter what the purpose of dreams are, they serve to entertain us and give us things to talk about. But in the end, we all want our dreams to come true, because they also give us hope, and something to strive towards.
I suppose this blogger will continue to try to have more dreams and live each day as to be able to make my dreams come true. For now, I’ll drift off into my daydream as they seem to be the only dreams I am able to have, for now. 🙂