Francisco de Goya
This morning, my wife posted a funny status on facebook, something about some young man charming her in her dream. I thought it would be funny to, as a response, post a status about dreaming of my wife being charmed by a young man, and my response to it. We both had a good laugh, and I drove her to work. After work, when I picked her up, she asked me why I had deleted my status, as she was going to show her coworkers at the hospital. I said that when I got home, I had gone back onto the computer and, upon re-reading my post, I imagined that someone who was not a “friend” of both of us, and therefore not getting the joke, might possibly interpret it as my joking about dreaming of killing her, which mortified me.
Perception is reality, after all.
Truth be told, I had no idea what I had dreamt about last night. I’ve written on this subject before; I seldom remember my dreams unless triggered to do so by something that happens to me.
And so it went; I came home for lunch, and upon entering our building and seeing the stairway, I was seized by a snippet of the dream I had had last night…
… we are walking toward the outside door… there is a couple in front of us, just entering the building… as we enter the building, I see the couple ascending the stairs, she carrying a baby, and he struggling with a large, unwieldy stroller… there are bags of groceries strewn about by the door… I look at my wife, and she nods in acquiescence… I pick up the groceries, and proceed up the stairs… I reach them just as they are opening their door… I don’t recognize the man, but the woman is an old friend of my wife’s, who coincidentally is a teacher I know… they thank me profusely, and I leave, saying nothing… I descend the stairs to my waiting wife…
Often, I can figure out why I dreamt about a particular thing, or at least I believe I can find clues (I would never claim to understand how my mind works, and I like it that way). Last night, my wife showed me a picture of her friend’s (from the dream) sister’s baby, so that’s most likely what planted that suggestion. My wife’s reaction is something that makes perfect sense to me, and most likely would to her as well. As for the building, well, it was supposed to be where we live, but the stairwell and the layout were all wrong. Funny thing, though; I get the distinct impression that this is someplace I’ve been before. I have a couple of ideas, but nothing concrete.
I would sure like to know what it all meant, but I won’t ever figure it out. By tomorrow I’ll have forgotten about the whole thing, the images faded, my mind having moved on to the next whatever.
Take care of your brain. Feed it. Love it. Cherish it. Be happy. An unhappy mind can and will attack you and unleash unimaginable horror when you are at your most vulnerable.
Sweet dreams.
Perception is reality, after all.
Truth be told, I had no idea what I had dreamt about last night. I’ve written on this subject before; I seldom remember my dreams unless triggered to do so by something that happens to me.
And so it went; I came home for lunch, and upon entering our building and seeing the stairway, I was seized by a snippet of the dream I had had last night…
… we are walking toward the outside door… there is a couple in front of us, just entering the building… as we enter the building, I see the couple ascending the stairs, she carrying a baby, and he struggling with a large, unwieldy stroller… there are bags of groceries strewn about by the door… I look at my wife, and she nods in acquiescence… I pick up the groceries, and proceed up the stairs… I reach them just as they are opening their door… I don’t recognize the man, but the woman is an old friend of my wife’s, who coincidentally is a teacher I know… they thank me profusely, and I leave, saying nothing… I descend the stairs to my waiting wife…
Often, I can figure out why I dreamt about a particular thing, or at least I believe I can find clues (I would never claim to understand how my mind works, and I like it that way). Last night, my wife showed me a picture of her friend’s (from the dream) sister’s baby, so that’s most likely what planted that suggestion. My wife’s reaction is something that makes perfect sense to me, and most likely would to her as well. As for the building, well, it was supposed to be where we live, but the stairwell and the layout were all wrong. Funny thing, though; I get the distinct impression that this is someplace I’ve been before. I have a couple of ideas, but nothing concrete.
I would sure like to know what it all meant, but I won’t ever figure it out. By tomorrow I’ll have forgotten about the whole thing, the images faded, my mind having moved on to the next whatever.
Take care of your brain. Feed it. Love it. Cherish it. Be happy. An unhappy mind can and will attack you and unleash unimaginable horror when you are at your most vulnerable.
Sweet dreams.
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