Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Perchance to dream
I know that I need sleep because my body has to do a lot of minor repairs at night, also because every being needs to check out for awhile, rest and rejuvinate. But I think I need to sleep just as much because I need to dream.
Everyone in my family is a master dreamer. We have the weirdest, wildest, craziest dreams. Sometimes we share them with each other. I am always in awe of the creativity, uniqueness and sometimes quite bizarre nature of our dreams. Not everyone is a master dreamer, and that's OK. I'm so curious as to why all my sibs are such experts in that realm. It's significant, but I don't know what it means.
This morning I had to go back to sleep for an extra hour because I knew I wasn't finished dreaming. It's as if I had to really pack in a whole lot of dream action because that last hour of sleep was so full of dreams it would take me an hour to describe them all. Wow.
I have a friend who is a dream expert. I've used her services at times to get inside my crazy dreams, when I feel the dream is important enough to reflect upon. If I engaged deeply with every one of my dreams, there would be little time to do anything else. Usually I marvel at them, perhaps write down some of the details, and move on. I think the dreams do the work they're supposed to whether or not I analyze them.
Sometimes I think back on the days when I was smoking a lot of weed, drinking a lot. I often could not remember my dreams during those years. It makes me sad to think I was willing to switch off my incredible dream life in exchange for a buzz. What the heck was that all about?
Oh well, it's over now. Thank God!