in our last conversation, my friend mary said something like, "dreams are the manifestation of our deepest desires," which is also what Sigmund Freud believed in his theories regarding the unconscious. despite our fairly serious conversation, i couldn't help but laugh-- at myself. for a relatively sane person, i really have weird dreams (ask my brother about it). people dream about their desires, aspirations, fears, past experiences, past lives, or anything related to what they have seen or heard. why don't i dream about those? some dream about the future. or why wasn't i born a seer?
i've dreamt of zombies, trains, haunted houses, swords, babies, janitors, sandslides, dinosaur eggs, blackholes, flying, death, motorcycles, sexual harassment, and saving the world. but for some reason, i don't dream, or remember dreaming for that matter, about things i actually like. and i dream in color; my dad says that means something, but i don't know what. sometimes i also dream in third-person POV, but usually in first-person; my dad also says that means someting. lately, my dreams have the theme of saving the world. haha. i don't even know what to do with my own life, much less the rest of mankind.
i love dreaming. it's always a story. an adventure. when i wake up in the middle of a dream, i try to "continue" it, and i usually succeed. even when it's a nightmare.
even before i read the Sandman series by Neil Gaiman, i was already fascinated with dreams. since i was in grade school, i remember dreaming weird things. there was even a time when i was supposedly projecting myself onto the astral plane. i felt that i was totally in my element when i read the Sandman.
i have a lot more to say, but i won't. hehe. i'll just end with a quote from Mr. Gaiman's Preludes & Nocturnes:
i've dreamt of zombies, trains, haunted houses, swords, babies, janitors, sandslides, dinosaur eggs, blackholes, flying, death, motorcycles, sexual harassment, and saving the world. but for some reason, i don't dream, or remember dreaming for that matter, about things i actually like. and i dream in color; my dad says that means something, but i don't know what. sometimes i also dream in third-person POV, but usually in first-person; my dad also says that means someting. lately, my dreams have the theme of saving the world. haha. i don't even know what to do with my own life, much less the rest of mankind.
i love dreaming. it's always a story. an adventure. when i wake up in the middle of a dream, i try to "continue" it, and i usually succeed. even when it's a nightmare.
even before i read the Sandman series by Neil Gaiman, i was already fascinated with dreams. since i was in grade school, i remember dreaming weird things. there was even a time when i was supposedly projecting myself onto the astral plane. i felt that i was totally in my element when i read the Sandman.
i have a lot more to say, but i won't. hehe. i'll just end with a quote from Mr. Gaiman's Preludes & Nocturnes:
What power have dreams in hell?... What power would hell have if those here imprisoned were not able to dream of heaven?
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