Saturday, April 16, 2011

Dreams, what are they made of?

I had a dream a few nights ago with the same event from many dreams I've had in the past year and a half. However, each time this even happens slightly differently and I react differently each time. This event was an old best friend coming to me and apologizing for some things that happened back well a little over a year and a half ago. The first time I had this dream I reacted rather violently and I was screaming and cursing. When I woke up my heart was pounded as if I just had a scary dream. Each time I have the dream it seemed my reaction was less and less anger. At one point I would be fence sitting on what to do, let her back in my life or keep her out of it. Those dreams I wake up feeling depressed and alone because it made me realize that I don't really have that BFF girlfriend anymore. This week I had a dream where she came in apologized and I forgave her but didn't say anything about letting her back in my life. It was kind of like a load off. Completely weird.

I am really curious about dreams now. I mean for the most part I believed that they were just your brain shuffling through the random things that you sensed through out the day. If you think about it your brain picks up on all the things that your 5 senses pick up. Some dreams that is the only way I feel they can be explained due to their pure craziness. But there have been a few dreams that I feel are more than that. For example, after my grandma died, a year or so after, I kinda wondered how she was doing if she was happy where she was stuff like that. One night I had a dream that I was at her house walking around her yard. I passed under the shadows of the big tree in her front yard and to the back where she had several rose bushes. She loved her roses and there she was. She took my hand and walked with me, even though she didn't seem to register who I was. We walked and she went on about the various roses and other plants that inhabited her garden. Then in the shade of the apricot tree, with its painted white trunk, we sat on a bench and a wave of peace and comfort came over me. I truly felt like she was okay and that she was happy. I don't think that was my brain pulling random facts from my day and meshing them all together.

What about those dreams where you are angry at someone and you wake up feeling so mad. You realize it was just a dream but it takes alot to get over being mad at the person nonetheless. Dreams seem to be powerful but they sometimes seem to be too crazy and random to be good for anything other than a laugh the next morning. There are dreams that make you want to avoid sleeping for fear of what might await behind your closed eyelids. There is so much I wish that I could know about dreams but I don't know that we will truly ever understand them.