Last night I dreamt I went to Mandalay again...
What's in a dream? Last night, I dreamt that I was pregnant, and that I miscarried. It wasn't a happy dream. There was so much detail; what my parents said, who the father was, how I felt. It was one of those dreams that felt so real that even now I'm awake I feel raw and bruised and battered.
I don't believe that dreams can predict the future. I know that dreaming is a part of REM sleep and that it's thought to be a way that our brains process learning and memory; related to the transfer of STM to LTM.
And whilst I don't believe in the Freudian psychoanalysis theory that dreams are an expression of our unconscious twisted sexual fantasies, I think he might have been on the right line. Take away the twisted sexual fantasies, and dreams are an expression of our unconscious. Those thoughts and events that are troubling you come out at night and if you think about them enough and look at them from the right angle, you can often work out what it's trying to say to you. That's actually basically a Jungian theory of dream analysis.
According to various 'dream dictionary' websites, my miscarriage dream represents lots of things; it could be warning me about my current plan of action, that I should change it...or that I'm going to experience a loss of money...it may represent my transformation from a child to an adult...amongst other things.
The worst dreams I've had, and I've had a lot of these recently; were ones in which people close to me died. Quite often, nobody would tell me that the person had died and I would find out days later; upon asking why nobody thought to tell me, they all said the same: "we didn't think you were that close [to the person]". The people who died were close relatives, and my best friends.
The meanings of these dreams are obvious. Actually, I won't tell you what I think they symbolise. Take a guess, and see if we think the same thing?
Last night I dreamt I was on the boat to heaven, and by some chance I had brought my dice along...and there I stood, and I hollered "someone fade me", but the passengers, they knew right from wrong...
7 comments:
You're worried that you aren't as close to people as you think you are and everybody knows it bar you.
In so far as I am aware, this is not the case =)
Exactly. And that I'm losing people.
You're insecure in the friendships and relationships that mean most to you, and worried that you care more for those relationships than the other people in them...
...I have the same dreams.
Or I die, and no-one comes to my funeral.
Or I have dreams in which I am entirely lost and alone among people I don't know, who interact with me cursorily: friendly, but uninvolved.
I've had 3 consecutive dreams in which I've been pregant not that long ago. The first I was in a shop and felt the labour pains, the second I lost the baby and the third was one of those phantom pregnancy whatsits.
I looked it up too and pregnancy dreams have something to do with a new force of creativity in your life.
That said I don't know how much I believe dreams mean something happening in real life. More often than not we forget them and have no way of knowing if they were right. I like them though, it's the subconscious reaching through so it may have some bearing on our lives in some way.
Hey :o) I've found you through Callan, hope you don't mind
"the best night is one passed without dreams" thats sorta how i stand. and i dont think they mean anything. and god i hope they dont tell the future.
Hey, Hannah :) Glad you've wandered over, I must admit I've been on your blog a couple of times but haven't commented at all yet. Will do so though!
I like the idea of new creative forces, though I think Jenny and Callan were probably right that these ones are more about insecurity.
Ben: I like dreams, on the whole. I've had some really nice ones :)
I also have dreams a lot in which my father dies. Never my mother or my sister, always my father. They scare me so much that when I see him in the morning I just feel vastly relieved and usually have to run over and hug him while he looks hugely bemused (I'm not a cuddly person, I'm not the type to call out 'I love you' or even just 'bye' as I leave the house, while my sister always says both of those things, hence his confusion, have his daughters swapped bodies...?)
I odn't like dreams. Even the 'nice' ones are horribly poignant because usually the most pleasant dreams I have are about things that can't or won't happen.
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