When my life is busy, dreams are nothing but a footnote. Occasionally I have a really great dream, but I usually forget it by the time I get to school. Life is busy, hectic, chaotic, and exciting enough without having to focus too hard on what goes on in my head when I’m asleep. Life during the day has enough material to sort through.
When I was in 4th Grade, my school had a science fair. My best friends at the time decided to just do a presentation on “Long-Term Memory”. I tried really hard to push for the analysis of dreams, but my friends thought the topic was boring. I finally got to write a short paper on Dreams (according to Freud) in college. But that short one-paged paper didn’t even scratch the surface of the topic. I have so many questions. My dreams have honestly been one of the greatest teacher’s of my life. It’s a fictionalized adventure personally tailored to your deepest emotions every night. How cool is that? It’s like a puzzle. What do the dreams mean? Why do certain people show up? What message is your subconscious trying to send? Do different people dream differently?
Personally, I refuse to believe that dreams are meaningless images that float through our brains at night. In fact, dreams are filled with hidden meanings. When I was in elementary school I had the constant “getting chased through a maze” dream and the common “everyone hates me” dreams. In Middle School I had loads of “getting lost” dreams. When I got my first crush, he became the star actor in many of my dreams. Before I returned to my summer camp in college I was bombarded with dreams of returning to the camp. I would be late to school in High School sometimes, not because I didn’t wake up in time, but because I spent too long lying in bed trying to analyze my dreams before I forgot them for good.
In addition to being a great insight into one’s deepest thoughts and feelings, dreams are just really cool adventure stories. In dreams you can become best friends with your favorite celebrity, return to your most treasured memories, and go on journeys with characters from the stories you love. The reason I talk about dreams right now, is because summers (and slow periods in my life) have always been a great time for unforgettable dreams. Since my life is so dull and predictable, my dreams have to make up for the boredom. The past two nights I have had great dreams. Two nights ago I visited with my old teacher (“Mr. Keating”) and we caught up briefly. It honestly was a relief to have this teacher I once admired so much support and validate the choices I have made. Last night I dreamed that I went on a vacation to San Fransisco with one of my best friends from college. It was the first time I ever traveled with a friend that far a distance. Even if it none of it was real.
Dreams amaze me. They’re concise and emotionally relevant stories that your mind stirs up for you every single night. Why do we take that for granted??? It’s so cool!!! When I struggle to listen to my heart, my dreams are there to tell me what’s what. Sometimes really bluntly forcing me to confront what my conscious brain really doesn’t want to deal with. I could go on and on forever about my love of dreams and how much I enjoy analyzing them. When my friends tell me their dreams it takes effort not to immediately start hardcore interpreting them. It’s just so interesting! Who knows what could happen?