Thursday, September 22, 2005

Dreams.

I've been having very vivid dreams of late, and they've not been very encouraging. Several of them have been about the same topic, and I don't know why my mind keeps revisiting it. It's something of great gravity (to me) and I think if it were to come true, in any one scenario or another that were painted in my dreams, then I'd be absolutely crushed.

What makes it worse is that I have a "habit" of jumping awake whenever I have a vivid dream, and it is really annoying, especially when it's not exactly time to wake up yet. Dreams have left me pretty much sapped of energy these few days, and these recurring dreams have been flashing back in my mind, so much so that the fear experienced in the dream is slowly being translated to real life. This sucks, I don't need that much worry.

But can we even control our dreams? I mean, are dreams like our conscious thoughts where, once we start straying into a certain "undesired" thought we can exercise some level of self control at times to keep these thoughts in rein. Do dreams work the same way, or do we necessarily have to let our minds run free at night? And do dreams really tell a story/give a prediction? I've heard this several times and at times when events happen in my life I think that I've experienced it before, be it in a dream or in real life, but after reading sam's blog and learning that deja vu is actually merely a "short circuit" of the mind I'm not so sure anymore.

Does anyone know the reason why we dream? Like the psychological explanations behind it. I'm too lazy to go find out for myself, so if anyone already knows, please do share. Also, I realized I've asked many questions above, and if anyone can kindly provide the answer your guidance will be very much appreciated. Thanks.

Sigh, I really want to dream less, and have more peaceful nights.




You looked cross, your face dark like the clouds in a storm. You told me it was over between us. I couldn't tell whether it was meant to be a joke, but sadness filled me. It poured and poured into me, and it seemed as though it brought Pain along for the ride.