I've kept a diary of my dreams since I was like 9 years old. For me, dreams have always been a very important part of how I see the world, how different colours, forms and even smells and tastes appear in my mind while my eyes are closed. I've met people who insist they don't dream, and I've felt really bad for them, without my dreams I'd feel suffocated, lost. Whenever something's bothering me, in my dreams I try to find the answer, it's often very symbolic, not straightforward. I've experienced great losses and had comfort, I've missed someone dear who lives far away and this way I can meet the person. When I was young I had nightmares (especially of vampires and UFO's, lol), nowadays it's more like the feeling of the dream that is bothering. Oh and if I'm having an unpleasant dream, I wake up and I am sleeping on my back, everytime!!! I can fly in my dreams, I "see" them in colour, sometimes I hear music so beautiful that I've been thinking about writing it down once I wake up, it has all the right chords and instruments in it...But once I'm awake I can't quite touch it anymore, like it was supposed to be heard only in the concerto of my nocturnal mind. I'll share some of my most meaningful dreams later, but now I'll tell you about the one I had last night.
I was in a lovely house on the beach, invited by someone I know. The house was really nice, had interesting ideas, fabrics, colours, and the beach was right there with the white, inviting sand to be played with. There was an addressbook on a table, and I looked at it, trying to find my name. It wasn't there. I looked outside and saw wild animals on the beach, large elephants, rhinosaurus running wildly, like all the animals from Africa were suddenly on the beach.
Oh I can't remember what Freud would have said, something sexual probably. He thinks almost every dream express our sexual needs...So what does wild animals mean? Frustration? Fear? Water in our dreams tells about our emotions, in this dream it was calm and turquoise. Yet calm is far away from how I feel now.
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You are wise, my friend, I've always told you that...
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