We all have dreams. Some happen at night and we remember them the next day. Some happen during the day, in our fantasy realm. Some happen to us. Sometimes we project our dreams onto others.
I feel particularly attached to this topic because dreams have been so important in my life for as long as I can remember. I am one of those souls who dreams vividly every night, sometimes all night long (or it feels that way), and then I remember my dreams the next day. Thus, my waking life and my dream life have been so intertwined throughout my life that I sometimes confuse my memories. Are those dream memories or memories of actual happenings in my life?
I often share my dreams with others, because most people in my life appear in my dreams on a regular basis. And mostly people reply that they wish they could remember their dreams, or have them in such vivid detail as I.
Usually I reply to them, "I wish I could be more like you, and not remember my dreams." They tire me as they are so never-ending. How can I rest at night when I'm running around the world, chasing demons, watching friends be murdered, communicating with ghosts, working at my job, running through the halls naked, flapping my arms wildly to propel me above the tree lines, trying to remember my lines for my performance that night, trying to remember my college schedule on the first day of a new semester, hiding from peeping toms, speaking Spanish, writing long chapters to a new book, passing out drunk, eating donuts obsessively, etc., etc., etc.
It's tiring. But it's also an adventure that is my life.
And for this issue we've been able to tap into this adventure in others' lives as well, for when people begin to share their dreams with one another, new realms open up, new passageways appear, and old barriers and borders are knocked down. Perhaps we are our truest selves when we dream. Or perhaps we are in connection with all the nerves of the universe. I find the dream life both fascinating and unnerving, both wonderful and horrid, both revealing and meaningless. Almost always enlightening in some way.
Perhaps your dreams will become mine soon enough. And mine yours.
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