Dreaming
Michelle on Oct 05 2007 at 1:43 am | Filed under: The Personal
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So Sage has some very intense dreams. They feel very real to him, and he often ends up in my bed.
Before he goes to sleep, he often wonders if he’ll have more bad dreams. He thinks about life and death. Tonight, he asked me, “So what if you stay in a bad dream forever and don’t wake up?”
I said, “That never happens”.
“But maybe it happens when you die”, he says.
Oh this kid. So young, and such heavy thoughts. We talked about heaven, and all was well. But I understand these questions, because I think about these things too.
Last night, I had some dreams of my own. I woke up a couple of times, and thought about my dream landscapes. I often visit the same hotel in my dreams, the same boulevard and wander around in the same houses.
Or at least I think I do.
Perhaps I am dreaming that I have the same dream landscape?
I don’t think so.
It’s weird. Does anyone else have places they visit in their dreams, making the dreams seem more like a visit to a familiar town than a dream?
It really makes me wonder sometimes.
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That happens to me too. And I return to those places every once in awhile in my dreams. Most of the times they are variations of places I know well, like my hometown, or the city where my grandmother lives. I am always walking around in those dreams…never driving. I’m always walking around and looking at all the scenery and what I didn’t notice before. And I can totally visualize these areas right now if I sit still long enough to think about it.
I don’t remember my dreams usually except the dreamt hat I always dream when I have a fever, which is that odd visual of lines moving perpendicular across a plane. Like an animated spyrograph but no designs… I can’t explain it.
My Jane is obsessed with issues of Life and Death, too. And she actually has been for a long time, but especially now since our neighbor’s 17-year-old was killed in a car accident. This is not without its funny moments. Here’s a few:
http://sothethingis.com/A%20Long%20Life%20Lived.htm
My dreams are mostly like movies or plays where I’m working through some problem. I’ve never had a familiar place I’ve visited repeatedly. Most of my dreams involve dead relatives who interact with me as I weave some aspect of my daily life I’ve been worrying about into the story.
Thank you so much for the kind words you left about Tommy. They mean a lot to me.
My dreams often contain their own memories, which I sometimes interpret within the dream as, “I’ve dreamt this before.” or “This is something that happened when I was awake.” But when I wake up, I realise that they’re not real memories - sometimes with a little difficulty.
I never dream about the same thing twice, though. Even my spider dreams are always different.
I’ve had repetitive dreams before and it is my belief that when we have those we are trying to work through or solve something. When the subconscious solves the problem the dreams will shift. Peace and love, JP/deb (p.s. for Sage, you may want to consider finding a child therapist who can help him work through some of the feelings surrounding his dreams. Just a thought.)
Ashley was an intense dreamer, and often wondered about death–at the age of 5. I should have known then what a deep person she was. (and did) I often visit places in my dreams that look familiar. But I think it’s just my dream state because I’ve never actually visited anyplace like them.
I have dream locations of real places. Places I know in real life but are strangely a bit off in my dreams. So, I know it’s Seattle or Berkeley, but it’s not exactly the same as in real life. The look of dream Seattle never changes.
But, I also dream of places that I’ve never been. Places that stay the same from dream to dream. And once, I actually drove through one of these dream towns in real life and recognized it immediately.
I actually dream pretty regularly of the interior of houses. They vary — sometimes it’s room after room of lovely woodwork and windows, and other times the rooms are as shabby and messy as you can imagine, with old towels or blankets as closet doors and scuffed old steps. In many cases there is a closed off room that is utterly destroyed — like the floor had exploded or something. They feel familiar in the dream, but when I wake up I realize that they aren’t. And sometimes the detail is astounding. (Where did that niche-room with the dusty piano with the yellow keys come from?) Often I stand at a window and watch the people outside. I suppose that could be pretty easily analyzed - inside peering out.