“Dreaming is an act of pure imagination, attesting in all men a creative power,
which if it were available in waking, would make every man a Dante or Shakespeare”.
I know it might surprise some people,
…but I’m a big fan of dreams.
Not the kinda ‘dreams’ politicians talk about, which are about nothing but appearances and empty promises —
….. nor those of the wanna-be rich and famous, which are nothing but materialism and ultra-egoism.
Those aren’t dreams at all …..
They’re just cheap allegorical rhetoric when compared to the real thing.
Yeah, maybe I’m playing on words here, ’cause dreams aren’t real, right?
Or are they?
See if you can follow my bizarre reasoning here for a minute……
Let’s say you go to the amusement park, and ride the roller coaster, you’ll get excited.
And if you simply dream that you’re riding a roller coaster,
— you’ll get just as excited.
Heck, I dunno….
So, what is the experiential difference?
I mean, when one defines ones life,
…………….. does one not define it by the experience of it?
Actually, some dreams seem even better than reality….
I’ve flown in lots of different aircraft over the years,
But the best flight I ever took was soaring all by myself in my dreams….
no jets, no propellers, no wings, no hard landings, no acerbic flight attendants.
I will admit a small downside-
— no complimentary bag of salted peanuts —
but then, you don’t get them on most commercial flights anymore, either.
And I wouldn’t trade the memory of those flying dreams for any ‘real’ experience
I can think of…..
— short of, maybe 16 hot and horny Muscleheaded redhead groupies
in a pool full of jello…………..
not even then.
(of course, that’s easy for me to say…
…. since the likelihood of 16 women simultaneously finding me all that irresistible is pretty dim…. )
Ok – you might say, but dreams are temporary – they flash past and are gone.
…………..and what about the moment you started reading this blog…
where did THAT moment go?
……….. Or this next one?
… so you’re probably thinking I’m just trying to mess with your mind, here,
But I’m not.
I’m just admitting out loud that my previously held belief that dreams are
simply a result of the mind debugging itself during sleep was perhaps a bit over-simplified.
I don’t say dreams have any prescient quality of their own…
I’m not saying that dreams can predict tidal waves, horrible-canes or amusement park floods.
I do say that dreams can tell you a lot about yourself,
— about your innate feelings and intuitions —
and things you’ve suppressed during the day.
as the mad scientist would say: ” …….monsters from the Id “.
And I think one would also have to add ” angels “.
Sometimes, a dream is just about consciously unfulfilled desires..
If you dream about shaking hands with a bear,
— it might just mean that you’re overdue for a trip to Grandfather Mountain to say hello to Mildred the Bear.
( alas, my friend,
— you are truly outta luck, tho ….
Mildred the Bear has gone on to her reward in that great Jellystone Park in the sky…. )
What got me started on this subject was a recent article I read about how,
— before a very well known Holly-weird celebrity and martial-arts expert’s unfortunate and bee-zZARE death,
he had been having a recurrent dream about a ghost in a closet.
He was found suffocated in his Bangkok hotel room closet, in June, 2009–
… with a rope around both his neck and his genitals —
He had passed out during a session of ‘gasping’–
— another word for auto-erotic asphyxiation–
and ended up as a case of unintentional suicide.
Make no mistake-
— that ghost that appeared to him in his dreams really WAS him.
……………… isn’t that scary, kids?
I mean, of course, that his subconscious mind was trying to tell him something.
He just didn’t comprehende-vous the message….
(which we’ll get to in a minute..)
There are a lot of books on this subject,
but I gotta say, most of them seem pretty crappy to me.
I like CG Jung’s works, as you probably have already guessed, partly because he’s not afraid to go out on a limb about the potentials of dreams.
My mom gave me one of those ‘meaning of dream symbols’ books and it was
(I didn’t tell her it was wretched – I said it was ‘arcane’..
………….. but you and I both know what was meant…. )
It had all kinds of mumbo-jumbo predictions tied to particular symbols appearing in a dream…..….
For instance, a horse in your dream meant that you were gonna get bull-dozered in some upcoming negotiation–
— unless it was ridden by a naked woman, in which case you were gonna have something secret about your personality exposed against your will.
Jeanne Dixon style Astrology was then added for additional ….
…. umm… errr….. meaning ?
I don’t see symbols in dreams as meaningful outside of your own capacities….
…… or as having any inherent predictive nature.
You may FEAR that you’re gonna get outted as a closet self strangler, or some such,
and- this fear may manifest itself in your dreams in symbols or activities…
But, that not withstanding, and outside of the well-documented ‘self fulfilling prophecy’ effect,
1: You ARE a closet self-strangler,
2: You don’t take precautions….
Mind you, I have no idea what precautions–
– my neck is still a virgin to the auto-erotic rope, and hopefully always will be.
But, there’s gotta be something you can do as a safety measure…
…….. like a SPOTTER, or ‘ choke buddy??? ‘ .
3: You don’t listen to that little voice inside your conscious and subconscious mind that whispers very sweetly:
……. “WHATzaMATTA YOU, YOU OUTTA YOUR FREAKIN’ MIND??”
Otherwise, a dream can’t really hurt ya–
(Barring the ones that bring on the occasional heart attack,
humiliate you in a communal sleep space,
or make ya wake up with that ‘I’ve just lost my ever-lovin’ mind’ look in your eyes . )
Dreams are much more likely to teach you things you didn’t already know about yourself,
Let you abandon your inhibitions for a while,
Or give your mind a little vacation while moving various bits of information and memory around.
So, you got nuthin really to worry about….
— lie back and enjoy the flight……
And don’t hang your dreams in the closet.