Dreams can be prickly reminders of events in your life. Mine are usually a hodge-podge of history mixed with mysterious features that don’t make a bit of sense.
For instance, I have one dream that I haven’t yet graduated from college. I keep asking them how many more courses I need. How close I am to completion.
But they keep telling me I’m in the wrong building, or they don’t know.
I am frustrated by this and keep going back. Only to be told the same thing. So I don’t know where I am on finishing my degree.
When I wake up and remember that dream I sigh with relief because I know I have graduated and have my degree and that was all nonsense.
I would call that dream mildly anxious.
Then I sometimes have a dream where I’m driving a car without headlights. It is night and I can’t see where I’m going. I can’t find street signs. So I keep driving around in circles.
I need to be somewhere at a certain time, but I can’t find where I’m going. And I know I’m going to be late or never get there at all.
I would call that a slightly more anxious dream.
Then I have the one where I’m in this house with endless doors and can’t find my way out. I keep opening door after door and in front of me is yet another door.
Another dream I have is where I run a certain distance and suddenly I am airborne. I flap my arms like a bird and I can fly.
I look down over the tiny people on the streets. They look like little dots scattered across a map.
I feel so free. And safe. I can get places faster. No one can get to me because they can’t reach me.
I am one with the birds. They fly to the trees and perch there on the branches, watching me.
This dream is exhilarating. Liberating.
I don’t have any idea what my dreams mean, if anything.
What dreams do you tend to have most often?
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