I think dreams are important. The literal ones that linger when you wake in the morning, clouds in your consciousness.
I think dreams are important. The more metaphorical ones that keep you looking ahead, striving, smiling at the thought that they might just come true.
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Do you remember the dreams you have at night? Do you remember the dreams you have by day? Do you think it is important to dream and dream big? How good are you at allowing yourself to dream? Are you willing to share a dream of yours, literal or figurative?
I rarely remember my dreams in the morning. I wish I could remember more and wonder what this means? Am I not sleeping well enough? We all dream each night, right? I don’t think I am very good at “dreaming big” about life. I am too busy, but that seems a terrible excuse.
Husband doesn’t remember his dreams either, JHL. And this is something that has long fascinated me as I tend to always remember at least bits of my dreams. When I was pregnant, I had really bizarre and elaborate dreams. In one, I designed invisible sandals and even within the context of my own dream, I thought the invention was genius, so genius that I woke my man up to tell him the idea
I do you think you are on to something about busyness though. So many of us lead such stuffed lives, shuffling between our often very rewarding commitments and this tends, I think, to focus us on the micro landscape of our lives rather than affording us that time to ponder the bigger questions, the more macro dreams we have for ourselves and our lives. All so interesting to think about. Thank you!
I very rarely remember my dreams. I’m talking like maybe once or twice a year, if I’m lucky. Like, JHL I wish I remembered them more. I’ve always been fascinated by dreams and maybe it’s precisely because I don’t remember mine.
I did a research project when I was in middle school on dreams. I was doing it for the science fair I think about whether you dream in color or black and white. I think I’ve always been fascinated by other people’s dreams because I don’t remember my own (and if I remember correctly from my research – it was a while ago – remembering dreams has something to do with REM sleep and where in your REM cycle you awake).
I know that my imagination can run wild and it makes me wonder about what I dream about while I’m sleeping.
Color or black & white? So interesting to think about. I would love to know more about the science of dreams. Might have to incorporate a storyline about dreams into a future novel! Just remembering that I started LIFE AFTER YES with a dream… Clearly it’s been a curiosity for some time!
Thanks, Elise!
I have been having the *worst* nightmares since I started TTC. It’s downright awful. I think that it’s my anxiety getting the best of me but this post came at just the right moment as this morning I woke up panicked from my dream (I may also be watching too much of HOMELAND) that I had thwarted a terrorist attack in the subway system but the terrorist group is now following me. Awful. Hopefully there are better dreams ahead tonight!
I think there must be something about pregnancy – actual or hoped for – that affects dreams. Or maybe it’s about anxiety? No clue. And Homeland probably doesn’t help!! I adore that show. Did you see this past Sunday’s episode? So incredible. I think I’m going to have to add the series to a future Friday Loves. Thanks for the reminder.
Thanks, Amy. And good luck
I almost never remember my dreams. I wish I did!
What a shame. Have a bunch LMR dreams would be very powerful and eloquent
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I rarely remember my dreams – perhaps once a year or maybe even less than that. The last dream I vividly recall was just before my grandma passed away about 1.5 years ago. In my dream she was hugging me and saying goodbye. I was beyond sad when I awakened the next morning. My grandma passed away later that day. It still makes me tear up when I think about it.
Reading this gives me the chills. Dreams can be very powerful things. And there is something fascinating and particularly heartbreaking about sad dreams. So sorry to hear about your loss. Thanks for your words today, Kristen.
Okay, late in coming to this one. Perhaps fitting that I’m about to head to Dreamland as I type this?
I am definitely a dreamer…not only figuratively, but literally. I often drift into daydreams, those movies in my mind, usually inspired by what is going on around me though not connected at all, yet more so the night dreams, and I usually remember all of my dreams. And many days, they stick with me, the emotion, the feeling of them as well as the vivid pictures my subconscious made…those that I watched, hang around as I sip my coffee. I’ve had recurring dreams all my life. Dreams repeated over and over again — perhaps two nights in a row, or a few months apart. Yet, they are not the ones you would want to re-watch.
One I had through my younger years, when I was little. I am in my bedroom when we live in Wichita Falls, TX. There was a window right next to my bed. I would watch as a man came though it. He would look at me and then leave my room to go to the rest of the house. I knew he was bad, knew he was not supposed to be there, I feared what he was doing to my parents and sister. Yet I could not move and could not scream. I was trapped, paralyzed in my twin bed with a canopy of gingham pink and white hanging over me. And then, he came back into my room, look at me once again and leave through the window.
And then, in reality, I would wake up. Upset, now screaming, having finally finding my voice. I would pad into my parents room and climb into their bed, trembling, and stay there the rest of the night. I can’t remember how many times I had that dream in my early years, and, yes, I can visualize it perfectly even now.
Dreams are powerful. Though often I find my dreams not so happy per se, I always find them fascinating. I wonder what I am trying to tell myself — and that goes for those figurative dreams we have too. Why do we yearn for that (insert what it is)? Why did I dream I gave birth to a purple kitten that breathes fire last night? That part of our brain, the bit of our selves who sneaks in when we are at our most vulnerable, possibly the part of us we should most pay attention to, yet “speaks” in an unfamiliar and coded message, making it so easy to ignore…what is she trying to tell me?
Okay, enough rambling. Off to have a dream. Will let you know what it is later. xo