Once while reading a book about dreams I came across the theory that you should NEVER tell anyone your dreams. Why? Because by doing so you were giving them power, because they could see what your unconscious mind was thinking, or if not, their unconscious could, or if not, it thought it could. And since you didn't understand your own dream content, you didn't know what you were telling them.
I shared this theory with my mom, who said, "No, you shouldn't share your dreams because it's boring."
You've been warned.
I am going to recount a part of last night's dream as an example of what I mean about one damned thing right after another. And problem solving. Some of the problems are italicized:
"So there I was, returning from my trip across the south that entirely avoided Kentucky. And had to buy a dress for a fancy occasion. Anxiety! Will I find a good one and can I afford it? I selected several to try on. I started looking through Sarah Jessica Parker's closet but knew I couldn't just take one of hers, because she'd miss it (which would be shameful) and plus, it'd be too high-fashion and wouldn't look right on my body type. So there I was, starting college. I had already missed several of the first few classes. I was trying to go to the classes and figure out how to make up the work. I was standing in line to talk to one of the teachers. I overheard in line that in the English class, our assignment was to write about Why we like the home football team (presumably it was the Titans, but I don't actually remember the team's name.) I thought "Whoa, they're really trying to make this easy for MBTI S's, aren't they?" I wondered whether it'd be ok if I wrote about why I DIDN'T like football, since I don't, or whether I had to learn to like football over the weekend so I could write the essay. I figured I'd better ask. I got in a different line to ask that teacher. When I got to the front, I needed a form which I didn't have, and had to search in my purse and show them my driver's license. I asked her and the actual topic was not football: it was to write a paragraph, in the form of a non-rhyming poem, about why I like hanging around with introverts. Easy! I do like hanging around with introverts. But a paragraph? This class is too easy. I should be in a much harder class. Wait a minute! I already have a bachelor's degree. Why do I have to take freshman English again? I'd better tell them so they can put me in a more advanced class."
I have failed to completely capture the confusion and the sense of continual shifting of problems. But other than that, this is pretty typical. I woke up this morning thinking "That was a good one." But then realized that nothing really good happened except that I'd enjoyed the trip across the south and I was kind of looking forward to some of the classes. And of course, I enjoy problem solving.
So I am going to create a poll. Think about your own dreams and whether they are usually a constant stream of problems with you trying to solve them and/or making logical sense out of them, or whether they are some other way.
The picture is the winning design of last week's episode of Project Runway. Sarah Jessica Parker was the guest judge and chose this design to be mass produced as part of her line of clothing.
