Thoughts on Dreams

stramgine: i had this weird dream once
stramgine: i must have been way stressed out
stramgine: because i was clenching my jaw the whole night
stramgine: in my dream i killed someone!
stramgine: just because i could
stramgine: and then i woke up at 4 in the morning
stramgine: i felt SO guilty
stramgine: weirdest dream ever

rammie18: at least you felt guilty

stramgine: yeah but i still killed the person
stramgine: i didn't think about what i had done until after i did it
stramgine: and why i was stressed i have no idea
stramgine: it was winter break

rammie18: i find that my dreams have no relation to anything that's actually going on or how i'm feeling

stramgine: that's interesting
stramgine: i would expect that some subconscious emotions would seep through

rammie18: occasionally
rammie18: but mostly no
rammie18: and actually i don't think emotions ever really do
rammie18: images yes
rammie18: sometimes i'll see something and be like oh that's where that came from!

stramgine: haha

rammie18: and sometimes certain people will show up if i've been thinking about them a lot
rammie18: and not matthew thiessen

stramgine: aw
stramgine: poor megan
stramgine: but really then how do we explain my murder dream
stramgine: i did not watch anything violent

rammie18: i don't think you can explain dreams

stramgine: i had nothing to worry about
stramgine: i wasn't angry
stramgine: so weird

rammie18: they are just some random amalgamation of images in our subconscious to which we assign an arbitrary storyline so as to make sense of them
rammie18: that's my opinion

stramgine: hm i don't know about that
stramgine: i mean there's got to be something to your emotional state and health
stramgine: i usually get dreams when i'm sick, depressed, stressed

rammie18: you always have dreams

stramgine: well the really weird ones

rammie18: you only remember them at those times

stramgine: hm
stramgine: that's interesting

rammie18: probably because you aren't in a deep sleep because of your stress and/or comfort level

stramgine: you know how consciously when people experience a life-changing event
stramgine: they are more apt to remember stuff from that day
stramgine: ?
stramgine: maybe that works subconsciously
stramgine: or better question
stramgine: when we dream is our subconscious putting out the images and the conscious is reading them?
stramgine: or is the subconscious sorting them and reading them and sometimes the conscious gets a glimpse?

Origin of A Dream

I took these on the Great Movie Ride at Hollywood Studios in Disney World because I'm pretty sure this is where my very first dream came from. Note the red curb and Wicked Witch.

Dreams are back!

I was at Animal Kingdom with Eric and I think we were trying to escape from something but we were running around what seemed like a version of Primeval Whirl and there were other people around. At some point, I ended up locked in a huge storage warehouse that was holding leftover props from Lord of the Rings or maybe Narnia. I like that better. And I had babies with me. Something bad was trying to break in so I used the summoning charm (yea, Harry Potter) to "accio" a bow and a quiver (for a place to catch all the arrows that would be flying at me. Oh yea, I thought ahead.) and then arrows. So I practiced with one and I hit the target dead on but I didn't have time to shoot the bad guys before they broke in and captured us. (Me and all those babies.) Then I somehow escaped and managed to make my way back to where the other cast members were and there was Eric again and he said something about me never letting him kiss my neck and I was kind like sorry but I still wasn't going to let him. Then I went home and Dom was there and was all over me and I was kind of suspicious. Then my Dad came home and was super mad at me and I kept asking him and finally he told me it was because I had given up on the girl's soccer team he was coaching and wanted me to help. I tried to tell him numerous times that I didn't know anything about soccer and that the girls didn't like me but it didn't matter. Eventually he guilted me into going to the game to cheer them on but I had to wear the team color which was bright yellow. So I went to my room which was very small and I had to share it with Amanda who was suddenly my little sister because our parents decided that the middle sister (Katie?) needed to have her own room but the furniture was all moved around very awkwardly: everything was pushed the outside leaving a huge gap in the middle and the beds were blocking dressers and chests blocking doors etc... In the middle of the room was a rocking chair with a woman (I think it was Lori) acting really creepy and I tried to explain what I was doing and how I didn't know why the furniture was like it was because I didn't want it that way. Then I gave up and tried to go through my clothes to find bright yellow. I had a lot more than I thought but I still couldn't decide and make a whole outfit.

A whole year of dreams!

Yes, my dream journal is a whole year old now. Exciting. Except I have been somewhat remiss in updating recent dreams. None of them were very interesting and I only remembered a couple of images, nothing too narrative.

Last night, for instance, I dreamed that I ate lots of lots of cookies some of which were orange. And a girl brought a guy into our bathroom and someone else in there was like "oh, we can bring guys in here now?" and the first girl was like no, but he went in a stall anyway.