I have always had vivid dreams. Every since I was a little girl. In fact the first dream that I remember was when I was very young. I would dream about monsters, and at the end of the dream, I would dream of the end of the Looney Toon shows where they have the circles of different colors, and the pig would come in the circles and say “that’s all folks“. Well, instead of the pig, it would be the monster that I had just had the terrible dream about. I had this happen to me in almost every bad dream I had when I was little, and it would always be the monster that I had the dream about that came through those circles. I think this was probably a pretty average bad dream for a child, but when I started to get a little older, my dreams got significantly worse.
I think that I had abandonment issues, or still do perhaps, because I would always dream about my family leaving me somewhere, like at a rest stop while we were traveling, or even at home while they went on a trip.
Then came the dream that I will not ever forget as long as my mind is sane. I really do not remember how old I was, but we had just either watched a show, or gone to a museum about Hitler. Which ever it was, I had a dream that Hitler captured my whole family (there are nine of us) and made me sit and watch while he killed every one of them. In different ways. Some were gassed, some where hung, and some were burned, and I watched while each of them died terribly. I woke up after this, and I don’t think I was ever the same. My pillow was absolutely drenched with my tears, and I got out of bed, and went into every single brother and sisters bedroom, and my Mom and Dads room, just to make sure that it had in fact been a dream.
After that dream, the tone of my dreams changed. The were no longer about made up scary monsters, they were about real life events that were terrible.
I also had very productive dreams. You know how many people say that they have a specific place that they come up with their ideas? Some in the shower, some while driving, mine come in my dreams. They always have.
My dreams also fix my problems that I am having. Such as when I was in school, and had to write a book report, yet could not come up with a topic, I would dream about doing a book report, and what I would do it on, same for hard math equations that I had struggled with. I relied a lot on my dreams to help me in my everyday life. I also had dreams that ended up being true. Such as my boyfriend breaking up with me, or someone asking me out. Things that my conscious mind could not see because it was too busy, but when it was at rest, these things that I saw came out.
Dreams…I still have them often and they are still quite vivid. They still come up with resolutions to problems, they still come true because they point out things that I have been to busy to see, and they are still about people I love dying, or leaving. I also dream about things that make me incredibly mad at people for no reason other than they pissed me off in my dream. (Landon loves those ones!)
Dreams. Why do we really have them? Are they so that our minds can slow down and process all the overload that we put in them everyday? Or are they just anomalies that we have?
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Once I was reading a book (by Orson Scott Card, I think - Postwatch) and a character told another that he "dreamed true dreams." I really liked that thought - that some for of us, our dreams are reflections of reality. Or our worst fears played out so we can deal with it if it really happens.
They say dreams are just random firing synopses your brain weaves together as a a story, but I don't think all dreams are.
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