I remember a M*A*S*H episode where the men and women of dreamed. Of course most were not the good time. At the end Charles uttered the quote about 'perchance to dream.' That kept everyone up for a while. They didn't want to dream. But most night time dreams are the nice kind. Then you have
those that scare you. Falling, being chased, attacked, whatever. Lots of people
put lots of thought into what they mean. Dream interpretation. And yeah I have
done it. Most seem to be about unresolved issues that seem to be common
sense ones that if you could be a detached and impartial reviewer you would
know what and why you dreamed that.
Then
you have those dreams. Not, not talking the sex ones. These are the ones
where, there really is no overtly obvious reason you are having it. It doesn’t make sense and
it leaves you unsettled the following day. Maybe you can’t remember the whole
dream. Maybe you can only remember a part of the dream as the memory of that
dream fades like fog before the rising sun. I hate those dreams. It’s like the
itch you can’t scratch. Why? It doesn’t make sense. It only serves to depress
as far as I can tell or as a wakeup call to do some internal soul searching.
Still.
I hate those dreams.
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