Lessons of Some Dreams

It happens every so often to us all – we remember our dreams vividly. That, in its own way, is a blessing, but some may disagree. The nature of some dreams may be so eclectic, kinetic, and far-fetched, that one has no choice but to follow along with it. And then we delve into nightmares, and painful recurring dreams that seem to haunt us for no reason. But there is a reason; just as there is a reason we have good dreams, and everything in between.

Some people study dreams for a living. I can’t begin to understand the discriminating explanations some people have for imagining things in your subconscious. The existence of a spider in some dreams shouldn’t necessarily represent an aversion for something, because that’s just silly. The connection should be simple and straightforward. It depends on the context of the dream – like if the spider laid an egg, or attacked something greater than itself. That’s why remembering your dreams can be a blessing.

Dreams teach us something. Consider the following dream I had recently. I was at home, and I had just finished a conversation with my folks about a job I applied for and expressed an interest in. The job in my dream was the same as the one in my waking life, so the familiarity was strong, and everything felt real. I expressed a lot of doubt when talking to my folks. I get a phone call (after expressing doubt) from the recruiter saying they didn’t think this role was right for me, to which I queue the hard sell of myself, convincing them that I am right for the role. They patch me through the hiring manager, and I tell her the same thing. She asks me if I want this job, and I say “yes.” She replies and says the job is mine, and then plants an idea in my mind that sticks with me after I wake up. She told me to “smile more.”

Since then, I’ve kept that lesson on the front-burner. It’s happened before, and I usually thread the moral into stories. This time, however, the lesson was more direct. I’m convinced that dreams manifest these unconsidered ideas, and it’s a blessing to remember them.