One good thing about dogs, is that they never try to tell you about their dreams.
Now you might say that dogs don’t dream like we do…
Well, excuse me! 🙄
Have you ever seen your pet ‘running’ through dreamland, twitching and wiggling its legs? Have you heard him woof and yap excitedly in the middle of the night? Growling in anger or satisfaction?
Much like people… but I have never had a dog try to tell me about his dream.
So, maybe last night he had a nice rich old lady as a owner who fed him fillet steak and tucked him in under a cashmere blanket? Or what if he spent his nightflights with someone who had all the time in the world, taking him for endless walks on a pearly white beach? A young(er) 😉 girl who sat with him on the porch at dawn, lovingly sharing her tea and rusks with him, all the while scratching him behind the ears – just the way he likes it? All the things you would do, if you had the time or money or energy or inclination to do – but never get around to.
No wonder that dog is man’s best friend… his dreams are his alone – and when and what he dreams is more than enough thrill for him. It doesn’t change his demeanour. It doesn’t make him any less loyal toward you or love you less. It never occurs to him that you may not be quite what he seems to think he deserves or ought to have. Neither does he make you feel like a failure because he dreams of a better life somewhere else… PLUS, he certainly doesn’t want me telling him to go find the old lady he dreamt of last night, when it’s time for his lunch – fed in the same boring bowl, with the same predictable ingredients by the same dependable little ol’ me. Weird… how a dog understands that so perfectly well…
Want to hear some of my strange dreams? 😯
You’re right… you don’t want to! And you wanna know why?
Because, could it be that maybe, just maybe you don’t feature in them?
And for some silly reason it might make you feel worthless or undeserving.
But for some logical reason it might mean exactly the opposite –
Maybe you’re already so much part of my life that there’s no need for me to go to sleep to actually have the experience of someone else that I had always hoped and wished for…
Unlike many people who are seemingly interested in other people’s dreams and their meanings I am usually just interested in my own. They concern me and me only. And, no, I have never felt the need to consult some book or the “Dream Moods A-Z Dream Dictionary”. Depending on the dream and more important whether I remember it or not – I am quite capable of deciphering it myself. But I almost NEVER divulge my dreams to anyone – unless it’s worth a great giggle or obviously of deeply spiritual significance.
Why is it that dreams have such an impact on us? Our own dreams as well as those of others. Why is it that dreams have forever been romanticized? “You’re my dream come true” must be one of the most beautiful declarations of love ever… But being told “I dreamt of you” by someone else is an almost too personal revelation of shared intimacy and being told that by someone of the opposite gender almost always signifies exactly that. If it didn’t, that person would tell it out loud, laughing their figurative butt off, not minding who else hears or knows about it… Dreams therefor – especially dreams that we don’t consider appropriate to share with just about anyone we know, let alone our partners, are higher and often unattainable aspirations – they allow for fantasy and they deflect harsh reality. And for a moment sometimes, dreams can seem real and release us from people and situations we’d either rather not be with or want to avoid.
And even though we can sometimes not help or control our dreams – we can certainly keep them under control – if they’re important to us, we can feed them – if not, starve them. If they reoccur frequently, they may essentially mean something – a void to be filled, an unsuccessful attempt at whatever life throws you, a supersized ego that needs taming, an underdeveloped selfesteem that begs for confidence, a loss and even sometimes a need for praise and appreciation… If it involves you and anything to do with you as an individual – then go for it: tell your dream. Talk it through. Find a solution. Let it inspire and motivate you to face your fears and find new goals and purpose. My grandmother said this one day: “isn’t it amazing how ordinary people lend so much more credence and importance to their dreams than to any of their waking events?” and then she would tell me about the old man who decided to follow his dream… (to make a long story short – he woke up dead 😦 ) And once in a while, when someone in the community would act selfishly or regardless of who got hurt or would be affected by their action, she would say: “I hope he/she doesn’t wake up dead” – but that’s another story for another day…
HAVING a dream is easy.
BEING a dream to someone worthy is what we’re supposed to be striving for. Being a dream giver to the one who loves you and thinks you’re their dream come true. Having a dream may sometimes mean robbing someone else of theirs. And when you steal someone else’s dream… you’ll be left with no dreams to dream.
Which leaves me with one last question: Am I (in) your dream?
Does it matter?
Should it matter?
Then again, maybe the question ought to be: Are you (in) mine?