Recently, I’ve had some really strange dreams.  One was so strange and unsettling, in fact, that I woke up in a bit of a panic. As soon as I realized it had all been “just a dream”, I felt such relief.

Then I started pondering the dream, wondering if there was some meaning behind it, or if it was just my brain’s way of entertaining itself.

Dreams have always fascinated me. Although I have recurring dreams, there doesn’t seem to be a pattern to when they pop up. I used to have one silly dream about my husband so often that, at one point, I couldn’t remember if it had actually happened in real life. I also have had dreams during which he did things that upset me and have woken up mad at him.  Once, I woke up and smacked him on the arm for his bad dream behavior.

I have noticed that the more stressed I am, the crazier the dreams seem to get. So, maybe that explains that one dream’s wildness.

I am stressed over some school things, the book writing I’ve been neglecting, and trying to learn a particularly challenging new skill. Or, maybe it was because I had a really late, fatty dinner.

Whatever the cause, I’m still a bit perplexed about the meaning. Could the dream have been some message from my ID, telling me I need to get my act together before anarchy and chaos ensue?

When I was in college, I wrote a paper about dream interpretation for a psych class. Unfortunately, that was about 35 years ago, and I don’t remember anything I learned. I’ve looked up supposed meanings of dream images a time or two since then, but I’m not sure it’s a good idea to spend too much energy on what could just be the result of watching too many episodes of Through the Wormhole. 

I did try to make my brain send me a message a few years back when I lost my wedding band. It was a beautiful, handmade, 18k gold band my husband bought me in Greece. I loved that ring and I looked everywhere for it. For about a month, I told myself every night that I was going to dream about that ring and its present location. I had some interesting, and entertaining, dreams, but they didn’t lead me to the ring. (I finally found it, though, in an extremely weird place! But that’s a story for another post.)

As for the other night’s nocturnal nattering, I’ve decided that too shall remain a mystery. As much fun as it would be to go sliding down an internet rabbit hole in search of a deeper message, I’ve got way too much to do to be wasting that kind of time.

If it turns out that Ms. ID does have something to tell me, she’ll just have to try again tonight.  I do wish, though, that she’d turn her attention to solving that plot problem I’m dealing with instead.

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Photographer:

Dyaa Eldin