I was having trouble finding a topic for this blog, so I thought I'd just ramble. No topic, no rules, just let the marbles rattle around and land where they may. Since I just got up from a night of slumber, dreams come to mind.
Unfortunately, I don't remember any from last night...hey...remember, I'm rattling. So what about dreams you may ask? Well, some freaky shit mostly. I've done some research on them. Mind you, not scientific and with no references I'd care to submit, but some speculative reading, which when you come down to it, is all there is. No one knows for sure,what they are, or what they mean.
Okay...we're talking about the subconscious here. Supposedly, the part of our brain that stores everything, has no morals, and it would seem, no direction. I'm not so sure. I remember being the main character in them, but it is as if I'm watching a show. Sort of a third person thingy. I've done some immoral things in these dreams, but I was aware of consequences and was often dismayed, but usually not able stop it. Most of the time. At times I actually remember saying to myself...hey self, this is a dream, don't worry about it. And this third person omnipresent viewer has changed the direction of a dream. If there is no control over the subconscious, how is this possible?
According to the movie A Dangerous Method, Freud and Jung put a lot of emphasis on the interpretation of dreams. I don't think much of that. As my brother likes to say, It is what it is. The mind jammin', without rules and without reason. Okay, maybe recurrent dreams mean something. What about the one everybody seems to have. You're sitting in class or somewhere just in your underwear. Well, if that bothers you, quit wearing whitey tighties. I must not worry about my underwear because I'm usually naked in them and that is a nightmare. I'm not saying that our fears and worries are not expressed in dreams. I mean...they are in our memories and exist, so popping into a dream is no different than any other information the brain might possess.
Or, is it?
I've been remarkably brave in my dreams. I actually fought Jason, rushed into a burning building to save someone, and battled evil on many fronts. Reality? If I was confronted with the infamous slasher I'd be saying feets, don't fail me now and I'm allergic to fire...oh, I start em, sit by them and enjoy them, but I don't put body parts into them.
One reoccurring dream I have endured over the years involves college. I would be fretting over classes that I had failed to attend. This surely refers to my first semester out of high school. I quit going, but at the time I had little concern about it. I didn't even drop the courses. It was later that this caused me problems. Did you know those college people have the audacity to keep those records? What anal OCD er's they are.
Have I used dreams to inspire my writing? You bet. I've a running list of story ideas, but the weird thing is, sometimes I think a dream is a perfect story line in the twilight of my sleep, but realize it is junk later. Not the concept, the specifics. See what I mean. No sense, no order, just non-directional film bites. For those of you with DVRs, it's sort of like clicking ahead on commercials, you see bits of them, all jammed together.
So, the point of my rambling? Just like my dreams. There isn't one. Ha!
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