Often I find myself trying to cement the dreams I have for future analysis. They dissipate rather quickly, of course, and I either write them down or drop them when they become too incoherent. Most nights I don’t dream, but when I do, they’re frequently nightmares. Maybe I wouldn’t call them all nightmares in as much as night irritations.
Regardless, I woke from a dream Saturday morning which I know I had years ago. Not only was it familiar to me, it was like a continuation. That’s what I find highly strange about it. Why would I pick up an old dream and run with it years later? That doesn’t make sense.
The most noteworthy change was the time frame. It was only a few days later. In the dream I had a house on the plot of land my first boss lives currently. It wasn’t his house, but the neighborhood was the same. The property was similar to the old dream, but there were a few changes:
– the house was a mess
– I possessed other people’s cars
– I was thoroughly disappointed about something (undefined)
– I almost got hit by a careless motorist walking across the small lane which separated the house from the extra lot
– There was snow in my back yard, and I was upset I couldn’t trim it until it thawed
How do I remember all of this? It was years ago. I didn’t even realize my car wasn’t there until moments before I woke. Nothing felt out of place until then. How did I remember that my sister mowed my extra lot in the last dream? I can’t even remember what I had for lunch last Wednesday.
Some people like to make sense of their dreams, and I try every now and then. There are some beyond my comprehension and seem like random nonsense. I write what I can down anyway. I figure it make come in handy for story fodder down the road. There’s a dream I had about a year ago I would love to tie into a story one of these days. I suppose that means I’ll have to write more often, instead of cleaning up the house. So much to do with so little time.