“So what do we think it is that dreams actually do?” This is the reason that after thirteen years of being together, Remi and I never run out of conversation. We can and do talk about anything. This morning, as I was hovering over a cup of Lady Grey that just wasn’t cutting it, dreams were on the menu. For if I was run ragged it was because my night had been especially long with a non-stop film of them looping through my head. And they are indeed like movies, my dreams. They are utterly realistic and hold such nuances in color, sound and details that I don’t ever pop out of them save on the very rare occasion when I stop to think, “Wow, good job brain.” When I do wake in the middle of the night – and I often do – at times I have to pull myself out of the grip of those images by telling myself where I actually am, my current age, that Remi is sleeping next to me, that everything is ok. In the mornings, I count on the sun to burn off their last dregs as it does the dew. If I have had cauchemars or nightmares, that process can dawdle into the afternoon.
And yet my dreams are rarely fantastical, nor – save for a period a few years back when my teeth kept falling out in them – are they particularly symbol laden. Remi is hardly ever present, something I account to our spending an inordinate amount of time together during our waking hours. But they do tend to go in cycles where I am in participating in the same event or environment (and sometimes a lot of ground can be covered within one neighborhood) for several weeks straight. Lately, it has been within the offices of the luxury hotels that I worked at between acting jobs in Manhattan, previously it was on the grounds of my alma mater, the Yale School of Drama. All of the characters involved, including myself, are busy and the interactions complex. I wonder what these people, all of whom I haven’t been in contact with in twenty years or more, would think if they knew that they were popping into my head on a nearly nightly basis, these strangers that aren’t so strange. At times my Dad, who passed away five years ago, is present but rarely in a way that seems to have a specific meaning or connection. The only thing that can be exaggerated is my emotional life. Recently, anger has been coming into play, an element that I am aware deserves both recognition and attention (thank you, Mr. Jung).
Remi, it turns out, is not only a lucid dreamer but is able to shape the form of his dreams. Leonard, my Mom’s Husband, has such extraordinary adventures as to make us gasp with surprised laughter when he retells them. I know that we all are different and I don’t wish to be obsessed by dreams despite their hold on me. There is character in the evocative Wim Wender’s film “Until the End of the World” who, thanks to science, is able to see video taped versions of the nights previous events and is nearly driven mad by it. But I am fascinated by them and have a grateful respect for their purpose, even if I can’t begin to answer my own question as to what that might be.
I stumbled upon this interesting article from Scientific American : here.
From the “Until the End of the World” soundtrack, Jane Siberry and K.D. Lang’s utterly magnificent “Calling all Angels”:
And what about your dreams? I rarely turn the tables but so many of you have been extremely generous in your comments lately that I am curious…
Somehow that doesn't surprise me at all. 🙂
I had to share your post this morning – it was such a wonderful way to wake and start the day hearing JD Lang's gorgeous song and reading your dreams!! I hope the good ones come true for you!! https://www.facebook.com/wynvogel
O,if only we can interpret dreams. At certain times it’s possible to continue a dream when interrupted by waking.The article you cited showed some progress in dream study. Influencing someone’s dreams occasionally?
Certain dreams are lucid others are blurred upon waking. Dreams and dreaming are fascinating.
Sometimes when I'm immersed in poetry I dream often. When I'm immersed in chess I don't dream.
I tend to have vivid dreams too. And how funny that you mention you had a recurring dream about your teeth falling out. I used to the same type of recurring cream. I never bothered to check what it might mean. I haven't had it for a while – thankfully.
I have had several recurring dreams in my life and I asked someone to explain why I did them. They were related to some experiences of my life.
Anyway some of my " dreams"came true ( I am not talking about wishes ). I do not know why, I do not know why me. It just happened. Maybe one day I will be ready to understand. I do not like dreaming!
I believe dreams have always a meaning. I dreamt many years the same and suddenly it stopped and my fears related to this dream disappeared.
Wonferful post, Thank you
Dreams are a landscape of life like driving on a country road through a city, and back out again to the country. Its all about sometimes…we stop…we speak to people…they speak to each other…we watch, wonder and wake up. Writing down things that stand out creates a personal dream map. Maybe, sometimes, you can chose the destination before it choses you.
I would not want to make it a question of gender but I hear very often that woman dream very intense, realistic and can remember their dreams likewise. Whereas men seem to "sleep" and do not remember the dreams as intensely.
But of course I may be wrong with such a thesis, (I hope so)
As others already said, me too I dream less dramatic and more realistic the older I get. But I also dream about having to pass school exams once again and all over sudden that I have already passed more than 20 years ago. (:
When I was a child I had to fight with a regularly recurring cauchemar that left me afraid to go to bed. I started changing my room before going to bed, so when I awoke during the night I knew I was not dreaming.
Also, I forced my consciousness to wake up while dreaming which was very hard to do. While still in nursery school, I started to paint that dream over and over again. And one day it was gone.
For reals – that is a real spider web? We had one, too – huge, round, beautiful, but there was never any dew in it so no way to capture it! And, "Calling All Angels" – holy crap. Dreams are so fascinating, I agree!! I sometimes look up overwhelming images/aspects in a dream dictionary. My 2 recurring dreams are that I'm back at Ernie's and "in the weeds", and that we're doing a revival of "Gypsy" and I can't remember my choreography/blocking! It sounds like Dad appears in our dreams similarly – he is never a major player; in the background, quiet. I read some of the article – are you going to try to control your dreams tonight? Or to get an answer to a question?? If so, let me/us know how it goes!! Sweet dreams!
Fascinating topic trying to understand our dreams. I always remember what I have dreamt and in vivid detail but my husband says he never does but don't all of us dream every night? Whenever I am stressed I have this recurring dream which is always along the same theme; I am my age now but I have to take important exams which we take in England (where I'm from) at 18, called A levels which determine where we get accepted to university. In this dream I always know it is the present but that is what it makes it a 'nightmare' as I also know I can't remember all the curriculum! I did worry at the time about these exams but I worried about university finals too and yet never dream about them! Does this sound familiar to anyone else? It really is an intriguing subject and I so enjoyed your perspectives in this blog, also loved the spiders web!