My dreams have always been incredibly vivid. One of my earliest memories comes from a nightmare I had, and I remember the exact way the teeth of the wolves looked on the side of my crib. When I was around five, my mom took me to the doctor because night terrors were keeping me up nights. The most violent of those involved a very angry Mad Hatter who liked to chase me with an axe.
As I've gotten older, my dreams have gotten no less vivid or detailed, but I've come to accept them as a part of who I am. Instead of waking up screaming from the violent night terrors, I wake up paralyzed for a few minutes until I realize that I am in fact, not dying. Over break, one particularly jarring dream led me to a film idea, so they aren't all bad.
The interpretations of said dreams also fascinate me. This summer, I dreamed that one friend was a vampire and the interpretation from Dream Moods was spot on: "It may depict someone in your waking life whose charm may ultimately prove harmful. Deep down inside you know that this person is bad for you, yet you are still drawn to it...The vampire may also be symbolic for someone who is addicted to drugs or someone in an obsessive relationship."
The most common dream for me of late has been me trying to go back to high school and then realizing I've graduated and have no classes to take. Two people in particular have been recent guests. One is someone I miss quite a bit and don't get to see very often - these dreams always leave me happy upon waking.
The other guest...well, bet you can guess who that is. (Not the vampire from above.) Naps always lead me to dream in very peculiar ways and today was just a blast. I've removed him from my life, yet literally, and cheesily, he still haunts my dreams. I was really disoriented and in a wretched mood when I woke up. It was great.
The visions I see behind the wall of sleep are both beautifully inspiring and completely terrifying. I know that I can't have one without the other, and honestly, I would have it no other way. The bad dreams are really bad, but even the really violent ones have become a part my psyche. I talked to one of my professors last semester about them, and she reminded me how many great ideas come from dreams. So I'll take what I can get.
3 comments:
"...in a wretched mood when I woke up. It was great."
You ain't right...
WV: medas - just one little letter away from what you should be on...drop that a, Google, drop the a...
The "I felt great" was sarcasm. I really did feel pretty bad.
ah, see, ya didn't put the ;) after it, so I didn't know that...
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