When I was in college, I got a job one summer in an office of 75 students. Unsurprisingly, this shaped a very fun work experience, and it was made all the better by the fact that I sat two chairs away from the—undeniably—hottest guy ever. He was eye candy extraordinaire (and totally off the market, not that I would have ever stood a chance with him anyway).
We worked long days, but the six of us who sat in the same room bonded. One night, the hottie hosted a party. By 4 a.m., everyone else had gone home, and we six were left in a cozy pile on the sofa. All that kept us from sleep was a call from a cabbie as he pulled up outside.
When I got home, I passed out immediately. But my brain, perhaps liking where it had been, picked up right where things were before the taxi’s arrival—which is to say, my dream started where the night left off. And in this version of events, the next thing that happened was that I got awakened with the hottest kiss ever. So you can imagine the redness of my face when I got to work the next day and faced him. For a moment, as he swiveled in his chair and cracked his characteristic surfer-dude grin, it felt like he knew. Like it had happened.
I find it surreal how real a dream can feel; how much you can internalize what you experience there and only stumble toward remembering that it didn’t actually happen. This week I had another dream like that—about an actual person in my life, about something that would never happen but that feels so real I can’t quite adjust my thinking to accept that it hasn’t. The problem is, this dream made me uncomfortable. The first one, at least, was enjoyable; the only hard part was wiping the taste of it off my mouth. But this one was unsettling; the hard part is wiping the thought of it from my brain. I don’t believe in dreams meaning anything; I think they are just a cobbling together of some of the millions of words, images, and thoughts that pass through the brain in a day. But when you dream about someone you know in such a vivid way, does it, in fact, hint at something in your subconscious? Do I think my friend is really thinking what she exhibited in my dream? I am, to put it mildly, disturbed by the prospect—and by the urge I am feeling to change my behavior toward her based on this thing she did not do! Readers, tell me: have you ever had the wool pulled over your eyes by your own dream? If so, how do you get the memory of the non-thing out of your head??
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yes this has happened to me, and i try to dismiss the dreams but i'm getting the feeling more and more that there's something important in understanding what the dream means.. in the sense of what it might mean i want, or think about another person. after all, it is still me, having that dream, and those thoughts are probably influencing me, so i try to tackle them.
but i'll be honest: when they are too bothersome i shut them away!
on a weird dream note: in a recent dream i owned a mirror that, if touched, would create a duplicate of the thing touching it. suddenly i had 4 rajas (my cat) and not 1! and then i touched it, and i remember feeling so dizzy but not seeing my double. a very odd dream.
as it happens, we just got our hands on a field guide to dreams book. give me a few more details so I can analyze you!
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