Good Dreams…
I like waking up with a smile on my face. Good dreams will do that to me every time.
To me, a good dream is a happy and funny dream where unexpected things happen, I say completely senseless things, understand similarly senseless things other people say, then exit the dream feeling happy and upbeat. I like these dreams a lot because I wake up feeling content.
Come on, if you’ve read even a few of my posts, you already know I have a tendency for morose thoughts and perspectives. But, I try to make my dreams as happy and crazy as possible because I wake up motivated and feeling good. That morning bump into joy gives me just the thing I need to spend the rest of the day smiling to myself and imagining what my dreams would be like if translated to reality. Basically, good dreams put me in a persistently pleasant mood. Some good dreams make me so happy that I wake up feeling overwhelming love and respect for the entire world.
Alternatively, when I have bad dreams, they consist almost entirely of me being stuck in an endless store and searching endlessly for items written on a list in my hand while being pestered endlessly by a family member who will not listen to anything I have to say. THOSE are my nightmares. I hate waking up from dreams like that because I feel tired and irritated and downtrodden the entire day. I used to have some PTSD dreams where I relived certain traumas and would wake up afraid and panicked, but I haven’t had a dream like that in years. I’m glad of that. I rarely have authentically frightening dreams, because I’m a creeper and horror stories in dreams are entertaining to me. At any rate, I try to get out of legitimately bad dreams as soon as I realize I’m dreaming them.
I learned to be a lucid dreamer during a class project in high school. Strangely, I don’t really care much for lucid dreaming – I don’t like to change the dreams because I’d rather have the dream be unexpected. When I become aware that I am dreaming, I look at my hands and look around me, but make an effort not to wake myself up and make an effort to maintain the world as it was before I realized it was a dream world.
I’ve always had very vivid dreams, and can recount dreams in explicit detail. There are many types of dreams, but I tend to remember the ones that affect me emotionally. Some of my dreams have been prophetic, and some might consider me to be a “psychic” as a result. I really just believe that the mind is not bound by time while asleep, so can travel indiscriminately along the timeline. I think this is where deja vu originates. For me, at least, deja vu isn’t just an illusion. I’ve been able to look back at a dream journal and read the exact same situation I’d just felt deja vu about. The only difference is that as soon as I feel the deja vu, I become aware of the situation on another level and become very attentive so that I may prevent a catastrophe I dreamed about.
Additionally, I frequently have visions into [what I truly believe are] alternate realities where alternate versions of me are living their lives. I’ve seen various versions of myself in these alternate realities, but there is one particular version I’ve dreamed of since childhood. She did not have the same childhood as I did. That “me” looks like me, but she is different – she still doesn’t talk much, but she is much better adjusted than me. So, while she does also wear purple shoes and comfortable clothes, and she did also become a nurse, her life at this point does not include children because she took a different path than I did. Also, she wears a pearl necklace, keeps a decorative vase of fake plants in her house, and spends more time inside than outside. What a weirdo. 😉
I have sporadically kept dream journals throughout my life, but I generally just keep my dreams on file in memory, where I can browse through them at my leisure. To be honest, I learned to do that as a coping mechanism – no matter how sad I am, I can always close my eyes and retreat into a world of fantastic dreams where I am happy and loved and where good things happen. I do this to “recharge” and retreat when I am feeling overwhelmed by human behavior. When I open my eyes, I feel better and am able to function in the world for awhile longer.
Anyway, I had a very good dream last night which filled me with happiness and hope and warmth of heart and so I am having a good day.
Talk to you later, I am going to go smile to myself. 🙂
– Jane