Most of the time, I don’t have dreams that I can recall. On some occasions, I wake up with a jolt and what stays in my mind is a crazily random hodge podge of images. Sometimes I can discern a string of events from them and rarely can I remember a story line.
After taking psychology last quarter, I am convinced that Freud’s dream theory is a crock of bull and that my personal experiences point to an activation-synthesis theory of dreams (a term that I’m very surprised that I have remembered a day after that final). It all seems to be the product or random firing of neurons, or something equally by chance.
My best friend swears that his dreams point to inner struggles or even reveal truths about his emotional state. I wish that I could find meaning in mine, even if it was after the fact. Sadly, I’m just too rational to be able to sort through the mumbo jumbo.
I woke up this morning and remembered the following: the purple sweatshirt I left at Disney land, running with a purpose, probably in a marathon, being well groomed, my uncle’s beef stew, and feeling stressed out. Who knows what the hell this means? I’m sure a psychic with a dream book could charge me twenty dollars to let me know, but I don’t care enough to pursue it.
I guess that is what it comes down to: I don’t put much stake in my dreams, and as a result, they’re a very small part of my life.
I feel the same way! and I too barely remember any of my dreams, when I do remember them they seem so random and they fade with every passing minute that passes after I wake up. So I agree when they have to be random and I doubt even a psychic could help.
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