My world of dreams

Last night I dreamed I was packing up to move out of my old home in Livermore, CA.  I was upset because I had to get rid of my wastebaskets.  I thought to myself in my dream, now I have nothing, no possessions, what a huge mistake this is!  I woke up with a disturbed feeling.

My dreams are so vivid and emotionally salient to me in the mornings that I think of them fairly often, and they have an impact on my waking life sometimes.  I know many people hardly notice they even happen or don’t remember them at all.  I think it might be some form of connection between my subconscious and conscious that is more hyperactive in me, which also relates to my connecting the rational and emotional aspects of my life intimately.

I’m reading a book called “The Twenty Four Hour Mind” right now about how dreams are where the mind integrates the new stuff from the day with what is already there.  This is done emotionally primarily.  I have known for many years that while I feel a sense that my dreams are telling me something, the message is not at all clear, and acting on what I think they are saying is usually not helpful, as the end result is usually to doubt myself.  So many of my dreams are what I call “worry dreams” which I think might just be my mind’s attempt to synthesize my worries about the future with my view of the world.  In the end, the book is allowing me to see the bad feelings as a healthy outlet for me.





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