Everyone tries to decipher their dreams.
Usually when I awake, the dream is illusive. My foggy mind tries to grasp onto the tail of it before it’s gone.
How is it, I wonder, that these dreams come about? They choose to visit us in that darkest of places. Buried deep within our slumber. Shadowy bits and pieces of a puzzle we have no way of putting together. Or is that the point?
Intense dreaming occurs during REM sleep as a result of heightened brain activity, but paralysis occurs simultaneously in the major voluntary muscle groups. REM is a mixture of encephalic (brain) states of excitement and muscular immobility. For this reason, it is sometimes called paradoxical sleep.
It all sounds so mysterious. I find that I dream about people who have no correlation to one another. But are for some reason packed into the same dream sequence. Like someone from my childhood might be paired in the same dream with someone from my adulthood that I know never met.
I frequently dream of being light as a bird and flying through the skies. It is a feeling, when I wake, of being free. Free as a bird. Soaring high above troubles and earthly complications.
I dream of being another age. I dream of being chased. Or of someone shooting a gun at me, and then I immediately wake up. Not knowing if the bullet pierced my skin or stopped my heart. I wonder if my heart speeds up in my sleep as it does in my dreams?
It is an enigma, this dreaming and figuring out the meaning of it. I wonder if it is like a stew in which everything that has ever happened goes into the pot, and then it is stirred?
Or is it as translucent as these leaves? If you patch all the things in your dream together, like a quilt, does it make some strange but logical sense?
This morning I tiptoed through my garden, waiting on this dragonfly to light. I watched as it balanced precariously yet gracefully atop the object of its choosing.
Is this what dreaming actually tells us? That there is a point if only we can find it? Do we choose our dreams or do our dreams choose us?
What are your most frequent or odd dreams composed of? And what do you hypothesize about the inner workings of what happens when we sleep?