Over the years, I've done a little research on the interpretation of dreams. It's usually prompted by the occurrence of a dream strange or disturbing enough to warrant investigation. Since I don't blog much anymore, you've probably guessed that one such dream must have crossed through my unconsciousness mind last night. You'd be right.
I'm not going into details regarding the dream itself. I can tell you that it bothered me enough that I decided to write about it with minutes of waking at 1:30 am. I also knew that the issue presented within the dream would need to be addressed in "real life". There clearly is an underlying fear within me if I'm 1. dreaming about it, and 2. very bothered by seeing it vividly expressed in my thoughts. My main concern was that at some point in my life it might come true, and my primary emotion over that thought was a deep sadness. I'd rather not experience that, if I can help it.
Whatever you're trying to imagine it was about, don't bother. It's nothing earth shattering; just something I feel strongly about having stay within my dreams. I'll also research what it could possibly mean, although I'm pretty sure I already know. I'll take this as an opportunity to make a change now while I can.
As I lie awake last night pondering the dream, pondering life, and pondering why the dog likes to steal my covers, I was appreciative that dreams existed at all. Otherwise, I wouldn't have a new blog post for you today... or a subsequent one, because I already thought of another idea :)
