I forgot that I had saved a draft to this entry in some word document a few months ago. So this is another take on my obsession with dreams. I may have repeated some things, but I'm not really going to go and edit things. Call me lazy, but I have to leave for work in a couple minutes.
Dreams: Ever since I was young my best friend and I would exchange dreams with each other after we woke up. I’ll do that with anyone else that I’m close to, it’s just a tradition to me. I love finding out little hidden things about people through what they dream about. As I get older I notice more and more things about my own dreams and I usually know why I have most of my dreams, while, of course, most are just random as hell to me. The last couple of years I’ve remembered most of my dreams upon waking up and usually I would write them down, but now they become so senseless that I don’t even try to write them down or tell them to someone. My dreams are very real and vivid, always fooling me for awhile after I wake up that I thought it actually happened. I don’t govern my dreams in a way where I choose what happens but I can force myself to wake up if it’s getting too intense. Most of my dreams are sexual although not so much since I’ve been in a very satisfied relationship [was in a relationship, now I have sexual dreams all the time]. Now they’re just off the wall crap from bugs attacking me when I’m trying to sleep, to my friend’s dogs, to getting followed by cops, to winning vacation trips. All over the damn place. On the other hand, some can be very inspiring to either tattoo or art ideas. In fact I do have some astrology tattoos down my legs, I’ve wanted some for quite some time, but I had a dream that I had some astrological glyphs going down my spine, therefore inspired me to get all glyphs down the both of my calves. Dreams definitely serve a good purpose and Freud is one my favorite theorist of dreams. Although I just combine most popular themes about dreams to how it makes sense to myself.
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