In the last post, I mentioned that now and then I dream about a very old crush of mine. It is absolutely true, and I have an hypothesis about the cause of my weird dreams. Often, I ask myself: Why do we dream about someone in particular?
⚠️ Important premise: I often struggle to remember my "daily" dreams, so I'll refer about the ones I remember more vividly – the ones that often keep me awake a few minutes after waking up. ⚠️
A Blast From the Past
My romantic side likes to think that, when we dream about a person, she or he is dreaming about us, too. Unluckily, my romanticism has always been tending to zero, so I lean to avoid such thoughts.1 More realistically and simply, I reckon that people we dream about have been relevant for us. Or, better, their words or their actions have been.
I happened to dream about someone who I spoke with in the last few days, as the constructors who are working at our future home.2 Much more often, anyway, it occurred to dream about people I had met in the past weeks, or even years. Sometimes, I dream about my teachers from elementary school, or neighbors from twenty years ago, and I truly miss them after opening my eyes. Of course, because mine is a scumbag brain, I also dream about my ex from more than ten years ago, but this is not the time to talk about it yet.
Also, an aspect that I consider quite relevant is that I often don't recall3 dreaming about the person I love most, and who I spend the majority of my day with: my girlfriend. I find it quite strange, but this leads me to consider a potential aspect of the situation: maybe I mostly have dreams about people I have unfinished business with. It is one of the best explanation I can find about the most of the dreams I can remember.
Other times, in dreams, people who are close to me lecture me because of some bad aspects of my attitude, often from the recent past. I think that, in these cases, my own conscience wants to give me some kind of advice, as "You should stop being an idiot". I know that sometimes my reactions are exaggerated, but I often realize it too late, maybe after a fit of rage. I like(?) to think that it is some kind of self-healing, or something similar. Or probably, it could totally be my sense of guilt. My brain might want to give me also some good advices, who knows – it's a scumbag indeed, but not that much.
Sometimes, I happen to dream about my grandmother, who passed away about ten years ago, and she hugs me. Or maybe I dream about one of my brothers, who I seldom see or chat with. In these cases, I just wake up with my eyes wet. I don't know what to think about it. My rational thought starts wavering, and my romantic side, from zero, rises up violently.
Darn. I wish the messages from life were simpler to decipher.
🎮 Nobody got time for that.
🎧 #3 by Aphex Twin (I'm a bit obsessed)
📖 The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton