Tuesday, July 18, 2006

I Was Dreamin' When I Wrote This...

I rarely ever wake in the morning with any awareness of having dreamt during the night. I know I do dream, or at least I believe the researchers who tell us that we all do. If I had to swear to it though, based on personal experience, I would say that I don't 99% of the time.

Lately I've been dreaming up a storm. Huge technicolour widescreen dreams, big sexy or scary ones. Ones that wake me up, full of things that writhe and pulse with dark shadows and grainy light. Maybe it's on account of the book I'm reading at the moment which is all dark, gritty and gothic, or my diet, or the cold and wet nights... any number of things. I think it's only the odd ones that are bothering to make themselves known, the quiet sweet little ones are content to disappear. The meek.

While it lasts it has been quiet interesting. I don't buy into the concept of dreams as portents or significant psychological markers. Maybe they are, maybe they aren't. Me, I subscribe to the theory that they are purely mental gymnastics; a clearing out of pathways, of the brain stretching, relaxing and having some fun, a clearing out junk - sort of a debrief and defrag all in one.

However, the one last night, the one with the worms, that one I could do without.

6 comments:

Ur-spo said...

Indeed, lots of dream work is merely the mind clearing out the clutter; only the occassional dream carries meaning or word.
Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar
Sometimes it is a case of 'pay no attention to the man behind the curtain'.
Sometimes they are numinous.

dani said...

i've had 2 dreams that turned out to be premonitions. one was insignificant and one told me the answer to a major issue in my life. the insignificant was the most interesting one because it wasn't interesting.

i dreamt i was in a strange shopping centre and sitting on a bench near the entrance was girl i went to school with who i hadn't seen for a couple of years. later that day, that very thing happened. it was weird. weird i ended up at a shopping centre i'd never been to before and there sitting on a bench was my friend. i was almost too scared to talk to her thinking something weird was about to happen - but it didn't.

Michael said...

Like you, I subscribe to the idea that dreams are mostly brain housekeeping, but I do feel like recurrent dreams have something to tell us. I believe it's something we're trying to tell ourselves, but I do love the idea of our dreams dipping into the font of the collective unconscious.

I often dream of being faced with a final exam, when I haven't studied or even attended the class. I also dream of finding myself naked in some public venue and scrambling to get home. Both fairly obvious messages, I realize, but it took me a long time to absorb them. I was crazily book smart, but never so quick on the uptake in LIFE things.

Michael Guy said...

Dreamstates are notions of desires. Perhaps the repressed 'wants' manifest via objects and scenarios. Beats me; but I got to use the word 'manifest' which makes this post read as semi-intelligent. And, too--funny thing: I, to, dream of Michael naked scrambling to get home. Only in my version I have a tuna-noodle casserole waiting.

Ur-spo said...

MG - that is sooo Freudian
The tuna casserole frightens me.

Michael said...

Mmmm, is it very cheesy? And very noodley? OMG, are there corn flakes?!