I don’t often remember my dreams. So when I do, I pay attention.
This morning I woke to a remembered dream, clear in my memory (for what parts of dreams can be remembered clearly.) It was a good dream to have. It was a confusing dream to remember.
I sometimes wonder if the dreams we have truly are a reflection of our subconscious. Carl Jung has his opinion. I wonder if it is possible for dreams to be portent to events yet to happen, or eventualities within reach given the right actions. I wonder if perhaps dreams are just the natural entropy of the brain allowed to wreak havoc without the watchdog of the conscious mind.
The dream I had could have implications beyond the point of waking. Depending, of course, if you subscribe to some of the theories above.
My choice is to enjoy the dream for what it was, enjoy its memory but not see it as anything but a dream. ”The characters and incidents portrayed and the names used herein are fictitious and any resemblance to the names, character, or history of any person is coincidental and unintentional.”