Dreams are a paradox. They are endlessly interesting to the dreamer, yet terribly boring to everyone else. They are constructed from reality, yet their territory strictly ends at consciousness. Dreams seem to tell you something that feels important, yet without fail, they are wiped out of your mind.
Once in a while, a certain dream won't leave me until I banish it with a pen. I keep a little collection of these and notice patterns in their themes and characters. Still, I can't decide if there's any rhyme or reason to them. The only thing I've gotten out of recording my dreams is reminding myself that my mind can get a little fucked up sometimes, and that there is still a mysterious yearning in me that my subconscious unlocks now and then.1
I'm curious, have you found a thread of meaning in your dreams? Do they contribute to choices you make? Does a practice of recording them bring you clarity in waking life? Or dreaming life?
Some of my dreams have inspired short pieces of fiction since I find their dreamlike quality entertaining. Still, not an entirely convincing reason to record the flash of images behind my eyelids.
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is this a little too vulnerable?? lmk ↩