I suppose everyone wonders what make up our dreams when we’re sleeping. I know I’ve always been curious about this, because dreams often don’t make a lick of sense.
Last night I dreamed about various people from different periods in my life. The people were not the age they are now.
One of the people in my dream had an injured face for some reason.
Some were people I didn’t know or recognize. (Like extras on a movie set I suppose.)
The dream consisted of people from my childhood and also from my young adulthood.
When I woke up, the thought immediately came to me that dreams are kind of like recipes.
Throw in people from one time in your life. A few more from another time span. Add a pinch of this and a pinch of that about your life, and you have what could be considered a recipe.
Except you don’t know what it’s for. You don’t know how to bake it, how hot the temperature should be, or even what you’re cooking.
Many people think of dreams as a time our brains are processing information. So could dreams be recipes for certain types of processing?
I found this on NBC news online:
Stickgold (the person studying dreams) believes that dreams serve a purpose for the brain, allowing it to make necessary emotional connections among new pieces of information.
“Dreams let you consolidate and integrate your experiences, without conflict with other input from real life,” Stickgold said. “Dreaming is like saying, ‘I’m going home, disconnecting the phone, nobody talk to me. I have to do work.’”
Love to hear your thoughts on this.
Well, enough with dreams.
I am now reading “Wicked River.”
Six million acres of Adirondack forest separate Natalie and Doug Larson from civilization. For the newlyweds, an isolated back country honeymoon seems ideal-a chance to start their lives together with an adventure.
But just as Natalie and Doug begin to explore the dark interiors of their own hearts, as well as the depths of their love for each other, it becomes clear that they are not alone in the woods.
Because six million acres makes it easy for the wicked to hide. And even easier for someone to go missing for good.
As they struggle with the worst the wilderness has to offer, a man watches them, wielding the forest like a weapon. He wants something from them more terrifying than death. And once they are near his domain, he will do everything in his power to make sure they never walk out again.
“Wicked River” is one of those books where there seems to be surprise and danger at every turn. Literally.
I’ve read about half of this book, and Natalie, who has been married to Doug for less than a week, is finding that she doesn’t know her husband as well as she thought she did. Which presents another type of danger.
Sometimes I wonder which is scarier. Dealing with a total stranger who seems to want to harm you, or wondering if the person you’re closest to has been lying to you and putting you in danger.
I think I’d take the stranger.
My cucumbers seems to be drying up. No new ones this week.
And my latest tomatoes have dried looking cuts in them. I’m sure that’s a symptom of something, so tell me if you know. I’ve had to throw the last 2-3 tomatoes away.
Have a wonderful day doing whatever it is you’re planning to do. Charlie sends his best, even as he snoozes next to me here on the couch.