B-b-b-ut, everybody dreams, Frank; you just don't remember 'em (which is prolly just as well since, generally, I'd rather forget I ever had *any* of the damned things when I was young and believed in truth, beauty, and fair-play justice); now, all I remember are galloping nightmares whom I'd rather forget (and shall begin to do, thankfully), especially those who get on their high horses (because they can [or do I mean, trash?]).
Let's talk Silence, Exile, and Running on Empty . . . er, let's not ever again . . .
You can, apparently, train your brain to dream, even to the point of vivid dreaming. Some people dream in colour; others, black and white. Dogs, IIRC, dream in two colours, yellow and blue (or, maybe, those are the only two colours they see); but, sometimes, I wish I didn't remember dreams because very few are pleasant ones and even fewer are hot romantic ones (although I do dream vividly, colours are vibrant and glowing, sometimes).
Over the years, thanks to a couple lessons in same I took, I've become okay at sort of interpreting dreams. One thing I learned? Each character in one's dream is an aspect of that individual's personality; so, if you are dreaming of being smothered by someone else, it usually means you're suppressing something within yourself. There are a couple of dream-symbol dictionaries on the 'net; but, I don't pay much attention to them.
I did once dream of a Gibson Les Paul Custom, the most beautiful guitar I've ever "seen" (and, I've never seen one even remotely resembling it in RL).
The downside of vivid dreaming is that, when you're in the midst of a nightmare, it's very real; too real; it wakes you, in fact.
One final thing? I occasionally wake up with complete lines of poetry hanging in the air, lines I've written in my sleep and spoken out loud to the point where they've jolted me awake.
Dreams fascinate me less now than they used to do because, since 2002, I generally tend to have nightmares riding roughshod over me; and, at bottom, if I knew I'd lose the nightmares, I'd happily give up their opposite (which is to say, I kinda envy you, in a way).
See y'all in a couple or few; and, I send sweet dreams to each and all of you, too.
B-b-b-ut, everybody dreams, Frank; you just don't remember 'em (which is prolly just as well since, generally, I'd rather forget I ever had *any* of the damned things when I was young and believed in truth, beauty, and fair-play justice); now, all I remember are galloping nightmares whom I'd rather forget (and shall begin to do, thankfully), especially those who get on their high horses (because they can [or do I mean, trash?]).
ReplyDeleteLet's talk Silence, Exile, and Running on Empty . . . er, let's not ever again . . .
Well, yes, I guess I do dream. But the few I do remember are so humdrum and banal they hardly seem worth having.
ReplyDeleteYou can, apparently, train your brain to dream, even to the point of vivid dreaming. Some people dream in colour; others, black and white. Dogs, IIRC, dream in two colours, yellow and blue (or, maybe, those are the only two colours they see); but, sometimes, I wish I didn't remember dreams because very few are pleasant ones and even fewer are hot romantic ones (although I do dream vividly, colours are vibrant and glowing, sometimes).
ReplyDeleteOver the years, thanks to a couple lessons in same I took, I've become okay at sort of interpreting dreams. One thing I learned? Each character in one's dream is an aspect of that individual's personality; so, if you are dreaming of being smothered by someone else, it usually means you're suppressing something within yourself. There are a couple of dream-symbol dictionaries on the 'net; but, I don't pay much attention to them.
I did once dream of a Gibson Les Paul Custom, the most beautiful guitar I've ever "seen" (and, I've never seen one even remotely resembling it in RL).
The downside of vivid dreaming is that, when you're in the midst of a nightmare, it's very real; too real; it wakes you, in fact.
One final thing? I occasionally wake up with complete lines of poetry hanging in the air, lines I've written in my sleep and spoken out loud to the point where they've jolted me awake.
Dreams fascinate me less now than they used to do because, since 2002, I generally tend to have nightmares riding roughshod over me; and, at bottom, if I knew I'd lose the nightmares, I'd happily give up their opposite (which is to say, I kinda envy you, in a way).
See y'all in a couple or few; and, I send sweet dreams to each and all of you, too.