Nothing (much) To Report

There are some things you shouldn't do, often they require you do them before you learn not to. Like mixing your drinks, or swimming after eating, or eating ice cream after drinking beer and then going to bed. If I'd known the consequences of doing exactly that, I would have forcefully stopped myself. Which of the two I would have avoided is uncertain, but the ice cream is the mostly likely guess.

Course, neither of them may be responsible for altering my brain chemistry and produced the series of unusual dreams. They’re mostly unusual because I remembered them. I did Sunday morning anyway. The first two have slipped a little; that’s a lie. They have completely disappeared from my memory and all I can remember is that they left my feeling confused upon waking from them. It’s because I woke up from them that I remembered anything about them. The third I made a point of writing down, thus its contents are somewhat clearer. It has left me pondering my mental state; they’re thoughts that shouldn’t been left alone wandering the vast empty spaces of my brain. And they are many vast empty spaces that odd dreams could disappear into. Luckily, I seem to have managed to exorcise the deeply disturbed feeling that I experienced for most of the day due to writing this particular dream down, and emailing it to the person that mysterious got entangled within it. Something with they probably wish I hadn't.

It’s got me thinking, (a rare event!) so I’m now hunting about the net to see if what I dreamt has any deeper meaning.

There’s no mention of the kind of thing that trespassed into my brain the night before last on any of the many websites on dream interpretation. There was no falling or nudity or chasing in my dream. These are the sites that are run by “psychics” or con-artists as I prefer to call them, with a book or two to flog. I checked one in particular to see if they came up with anything to explain the urinal bit: there’s nothing. (I may get to sharing what this dream was all about, if there is sufficient interest in the matter, but considering the readership of this blog, it's unlikely.)

The angle that fitted most with the idea that I’ve had for a long time, that dreams aren’t a way of foreseeing future occurrences but a way of dealing with the mess of everyday events that our minds cache away, is the most appealing. Whether there is any deeper meaning to our personalities in dreams as Freud, Jung and others have suggested, is a matter for debate. In practically every dream I’ve actually remembered I can drag out various elements and clearly see where it came from. Something from the “real” world that I’ve dealt with in some way; something that I’ve read, watched, seen, or witnessed; people I’ve encountered; problems I’ve had to solve and fix; and because my little world is so little, themes and events tend to repeat. This dream had me having problems with the router, which I have been, (it’s still not working as before) so the now stored dream image of me trying to use the laptop and not being able to read a webpage is directly from reality. I can pick out pretty much every one of the elements in this dream and identify them from somewhere in the real world. They’ve just gotten extremely muddled and squashed together.

Just a collection of memories, rearranged for (probably) no other reason than to give me something amusing to think about, or blog. That, or I have an evil brain.
I’m now going to intensively read up of the subject just to see if I can have my opinions completed swayed in another direction leading me to contradict myself at a later stage.

“The interpretation of dreams is the royal road to a knowledge of the unconscious activities of the mind” said Freud. I’m not sure I what to delve into my dreams, certainly not that one.