Monday, October 4, 2010

When dreaming ends.

Lately, I've been having the strangest dreams. People say that dreams are supposed to be interpretations of what is going on in your life, but so far I have yet to find a real connection. I wake up and I can still see the dream, but when I try to explain it, I can't remember anything, but scenes. My dreams are almost always like watching a movie of events I'm going through. I'm never seeing something happening through my own eyes; i'm like a person looking in.
Why exactly do we dream? Yes, it's our subconscious, but why do some people dream about real things and others in cartoon. Maybe that's a foreign concept, but I have had dreams of a giant rubber shark eating me. It's unrealistic yet somehow my mind has concocted this wild idea and shows me a preview of it while I sleep. I love to think that sleep is a way of escape, but I feel like sometimes my waking moments are entering into my sleep. Things like depressing thoughts and impossible feats are becoming more prominent in my dreams. What it means, I have no idea, but for some reason after these odd dreams, I always have a song stuck in my head. Sometimes it's Lady Gaga and sometimes it's Taylor Swift "rappin hardcore".

I'm not an eloquent writer, but I've been pondering this idea...Some day I hope to understand the reason behind dreams. To understand why some people have easily interpreted dreams while others have no idea what to make of them. What should we do when dreaming ends? Maybe we shouldn't think and analyze so much about them, but maybe we should. Maybe it's our link to some unforeseen event.

No matter how weird my dreams get, I hope my dreaming never ends.

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