I still dream. I have freedom in my dreams that I generally do not have in my life. For one, I have freedom from pain, joints that won’t work the way I want them to, and fatigue. And, with a few exceptions, I have freedom from my fears.
I enjoy my dreams. Whether they are pleasant or nightmares, I like having them because they always spark my imagination. I’ve traveled to hundreds of strange worlds, that in my dreams, feel as real as the sheets I sleep between. I’ve jumped off cliffs over black seas, and flown. I’ve driven from the wrath of my lover through the streets of San Francisco and crashed my car into the brick wall of a factory. I’ve spoken with Myrddin (Merlin) amongst a circle of stones that sat above the stars. I’ve fought a war on a distant planet of stone and was disabled by a spear to my back. One way or another, these things have wound up in my stories, poems, or my drawings.
My dreams are a part of who I am. A mirror, in some ways, but in other ways my dreams are a deep well that refreshes me. There was a time when my dreams were also an escape; a refuge from reality. I knew how to fall into that sanctuary of dreams very easily. My dreams, back then, cushioned me from much of life I didn’t want to deal with. No therapy needed, I eventually embraced reality and learned to deal with it.
Over the years my dreams have mellowed. They were full of more drama when I was a teenager because I believe drama (or melodrama) is the core of the teen’s world. For the most part, I consider myself content with my life. I don’t need to escape. And so, my dreams these days, tend to reveal my odd sense of humor, or more of my weird imagination. I’ve sold real estate on the Enterprise, created a deadly labyrinth game (that eventually was played out at an RPG site), and have written operas starring people I’ve met online and in the real world.
I haven’t kept a dream diary for several years, but am thinking of doing so again. Maybe once in awhile I’ll share the dream here. We’ll see.
Do you remember your dreams?
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Oh you know my answer! I do remember my dreams and like you, regardless of whether they are good or bad, I am absolutely intrigued by them all! I love analyzing dreams but have a harder time of analyzing my own sometimes (that’s where you come in *grins*).
I have a dream journal although I don’t use it as much as I should. I mostly log dreams that once analyzed make me realize something significant about myself or my life at that moment in time.
the Dream Log sounds like a good idea. at different times over the years, I have written down what happened in my dreams. usually, they are completely real and vivid but with subtle things somehow strange but played off as “normal”.
The dream that I remember the most vividly [is that word spelled right?] ran through my brain in April of 2001.
I was waaaayyy high up on the top of a building in the middle of a very big city. It was morning…I could tell by the chill of the air, the mist from a body of water in the distance and by the slant of the sun in the sky.
I felt like I had been dropped there…right smack on the very, tip-top of that high, high building.
I was afraid that I was going to slip off. Yeah, I was terrified!!!
My legs were dangling over the side!
Suddenly a huge jet with a blue nose appeared in front of me and it flew right over my head!
I thought for sure that I was going to slide right off that building to my death!!!!
When I woke up my palms were sweating and I had cramps in both of my legs.
I had never had a dream like that before that morning and I have never had one like that since.
That was in April. A tragedy then became reality in September of that same year.
Yes, indeed, I remember my dreams. And I have some pretty complicated ones. In fact, I believe you may have done a little dream interpretation for me once upon a time…
Why yes I do remember a lot of my dreams. I enjoy them, relish them and sometimes use them in my paintings. I don’t keep a dream diary. But the ones that are most vivid I do remember and think about occasionally.
I very rarely remember a dream. Somedays I wake up and have a great feeling about things and know I’ve had a great dream, but cannot remember it for the life of me. When I do remember one it is very spotty. I wish I could remember them and replay them in my mind like a movie. Maybe someday they will come up with something that will do that for you.