Yep — it’s been a while, like all summer. It was one of those summers — tons of rain, few genuinely sunny days, and only one day that hit 90. Like I had to be a quick-change artist to catch the few pure sun rays while floating in my (small) backyard pool.
Anyway, I’m not here to write about my summer. I am here to write a short piece the catalyst of which was a dream I had last night and my frustration in not being able to make a story out of it.
Onward…
This morning I was trying to write down a dream I had last night, and I became frustrated because I could not retell it in a linear fashion. I couldn’t do this, because although I wanted it to be, it wasn’t linear! I also couldn’t craft it as a logical story because it wasn’t! Logical, that is.
I don’t usually remember my dreams, but for some reason, I remembered this one in its vivid, Colorama glory. I remember feeling various feelings and emotions – primarily excitement, disappointment and worry. It was a compilation of past places, people, and things along with a very real, present, and almost tangible feeling about those things.
Consider this:
“Visual areas of the brain are much more active during dream states as are emotional centers. While linear logic and language areas are damped down. We’re not thinking in words as much. We’re thinking in images, simple narratives, and in intuitive, emotional ways.” Dr. Deirdre Barrett, author of The Committee of Sleep published in Discover Magazine
I have a very dear friend who has been studying her dream for many years. She keeps a dream journal by her bed and religiously writes down her dreams, even when she wakes up in the middle of the night. She gathers tons of life insights from her dreams. Since last night’s dream is having such an impact, maybe I should give her a call.
madmuser 