“I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they’ve gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.” Emily Bronte
Mel shared ten things about herself and one of them was that she dreams in color. I dream in color too. In fact, my dreams are so incredibly vivid and fun- and often bizarre and amusing- that Josh often encourages me to write them down. He can’t believe the stories I tell in the mornings about what I dream. And it’s usually not just one dream, but multiple dreams throughout the night.
I have great adventures, torrid sex, heartbreaking moments and memories relived. I dream about people I don’t know, famous people, friends I haven’t seen in years, and people in my every day life. Some nights I have first person dreams, as if it’s all happening to me and other nights it’s entirely third person- as though I’m reading a book or watching it on a screen.
I’ve been on a date with Dale Jr, asked my mom the questions I didn’t get to ask before she died, had wild monkey sex with my husband (and oddly, I generally only dream about sex with Josh- not with other men. I wonder if that’s normal?), saved the world, and done things I could never do in the real world.
I rarely dream in words- mostly vivid, technicolor images. And I almost always remember my dreams in the morning and sometimes throughout the day. I do have recurring dreams and have some that I’ve had since I was a child. When I’m dreaming them, I always recognize that I’ve had the dream before. They’re never quite the same and I also notice what is different.
When I was a child, one of the things I hated most about being sick was the weird dreams I would have. There were always people- large crowds of people- talking loudly in my dreams. I can still associate the “icky” feeling of flu with the feel of that dream.
There are mornings when I wake up and wonder if I shouldn’t write down my dreams so I can expand one into a book. I’ve had a few that I remember thinking would make some fascinating novels. I seriously love my dreams. They’re fascinating and intriguing and I can’t imagine not dreaming the way I do. Or not knowing if you dream or not being able to remember.
But along with the wonder of my dream world comes the terror of nightmares. Because with one, for me, comes the other. I don’t have nightmares often. By often I mean I have them about once a week. I wake up crying, shaking, sit straight up in bed or jerk awake. My nightmares are often about loss and fear of losing someone. And they are too vivid and real. And sometimes they affect how I feel the next day- making me melancholy, depressed and fearful. A nasty side-effect of being able to remember my dreams.
I know there are people out there who put faith in the symbolism behind dreams and spend time researching what things mean. Oddly, that’s one thing I’ve never done. Oh, I’ve inadvertently come across the meanings of a few things here and there. For instance, those dreams of going to school without my shirt on? Indicate a lack of confidence or that I feel self-conscious about something. And the dreams about flying around my living room recliner? (haven’t had one of those in years!) – a need for freedom or escape from something. Although I didn’t get very far if I was just flying around and around my living room chair, did I? *g*
Maybe I’d have even more insight into my psyche if I actually wrote down and interpreted my dreams. Of course, maybe I don’t want more insight! But I do wish I’d written a few down. Because they have been far out and interesting and I’d love to be able to revisit them someday when I’m feeling really introspective.
I’ve often wondered, do other people dream as vividly as I do? Or do most people not remember? Is there anyone out there that dreams in words or black and white or just in sound or thoughts?
“We are such stuff as dreams are made on.” William Shakespeare