Dreams are really weird things. I was talking with a roommate the other day about dreams. They’ve been having really vivid dreams and expressed some sort of disgust about it. I agree. Vivid dreams suck. Mostly because it’s really hard to separate dreams from reality, even after you have had your coffee. Also, sleep is supposed to be an escape from reality, so having reality in your sleep is a huge slap in the face.
Once I was seeking help for PTSD and because I was having a lot of trouble sleeping, we (me and a dude that had a degree in brain waves) talked about dreams. Apparently, the average person dreams anywhere from 3-5 times per night. In fact, it is impossible to have a healthy brain without dreaming. But, a lot of people don’t remember their dreams. I remember more than average. In fact, just from last night I remember two dreams I had. I still remember a dream I had when I was 4 years old. And the reoccurring nightmare of the large boa snake lying on my floor from the age of 6-present day. Among many other dreams. Luckily, there is a science of dreams, known as oneirology (thanks, Wikipedia).
So, using the “dream dictionary”, I deciphered my dreams. But I'm only telling you about the second one. Otherwise you'll die of boredom. (Pictures added for your enjoyment).
I was standing on a beach, receiving a tour by the same guy who guided me through Chile. The beach was definitely not in the U.S. The water fascinated me. The tour guide commented on the million pictures I took and I told him the water was just really, really pretty because it was super blue. We walked around (the sand was hurting the blisters I currently have on my feet) and met up with another friend (Loretta) and while we were hiking around the beach, there were two seals lying in the sand sleeping. They weren’t dying or anything, just relaxing. We got pictures. Then I woke up.
Apparently, the beach represents two sides of the brain: the beach (rational mental processes) and the water (irrational, unsteady, emotional). Oh hey water, hey, I totally relate. Since I was contemplating the beautiful yet scary water, it means that I have major and unknown changes occurring in my life. No shit, Sherlock.
The tour guide is an acquaintance that represents aspects of myself I’m still trying to get to know. The good friend is parts of my personality that I have rejected but am ready to acknowledge. Loretta, apparently you are going to have good news soon to tell me. I cannot wait to hear it.
The seals that we saw represent playfulness, good luck, success, prosperity, faithful friends, and spiritual understanding. So, Loretta, this dream is good news for you!
P.S. Sand covered seals are really gross looking. At least they were in my dream. Probably because I hate the caked texture of sand. ANYWAY.
The two thoughts I’d like to end with are:
1. The word “dream” is one of those words that look and sound really strange after looking at it more than 5 times in a row.
2. At the beginning of this post I thought oneirology was bullshit. Now, I’m deciding if it’s bullshit. Either way, it’s interesting. For me. Probably not for you.
Go take a nap.
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