Dream Journals

Thanks for all the well wishes and good thoughts last night.....our county had a lot of damage, but thankfully this one skipped over us....and we kept our power!
I have talked before about dreams, they are fascinating to me. Sunday night I had the most delicious ones.....all about being out west,the desert, the mountains, this incredible rock swimming pool. They were just happy dreams, you know the kind where you wake up and feel wonderful! and that smile stays on your face all day.

Last night, well it must have been the energy from the storms, because the dreams got more and more curious as the night went on. My mom(who passed away five years ago)she was in this saga dream....now don't laugh, I was in a beauty pageant. I asked you not to laugh....someone cut my hair, my mom was screaming at me.....I didn't have my evening gown with me, (and Rick would not fetch it) and they pushed me out on stage in my street clothes. Now I ask you, where in the world did this stuff come from????
I woke up thinking that whatever I had for dinner, I would never eat it again!
What can I say, sometimes my own dreams just crack me up!

No matter how bad, how sad, how funny, how scary or strange or good our dreams are,
I think they deserve a closer look. I really do believe our unconscious tries it's best to help us out with what ever is going on in our lives.....sometimes our dreams are just a dumping ground, a filter if you will...a way for the brain to sort and help us deal with the good and the bad. For instance,take the dreams I had about being out west (the really good ones) I have been thinking about Arizona, really wishing that we could go back and spend some time. I think my brain was reminding me how much I loved it when we were there before. Then the wacko pageant dreams, a typical female... I have been rethinking my hairdo, maybe I should just leave well enough alone.

At one time, I kept a dream journal. Just a simple notebook on the nightstand, and when I would awaken from my dreams, I would write down what I could remember. I'm thinking I should do that again. Wouldn't it be interesting to get a group of friends to keep a dream journal, then (instead of a book club) form a dream club and get together once a month and discuss your dream journals. Anybody out there interested?????

I know that for some, dreams mirror the horrors that you have experienced. My kid brother had night terrors for years, I had nightmares. But dreams, no matter how real they seem, are like our past....no longer reality, but illusions that we keep replaying, until it all makes sense...or they become so ingrained that we embrace them as part of who we are.

So, about those dream journals...you know, the dream club....any takers?????