Last night I had one of those dreams. You know the ones where facts and fiction collide and you're not sure which is which anymore? Those types of dreams become so emotional and you wake up feeling torn between the person you were when you fell asleep and the person you are this morning.
I'm sure I have been having these types of dreams all my life. I have memories from my childhood that I'm not sure are really memories at all. But then again, the emotion I feel about them is so real. It's baffling really. What is the universe trying to convince me of anyway?
I remember having a dream in high school that involved my sister. I don't remember much about it but I remember being really pissed off and leaving for school without giving her a ride. That didn't go over well with my mom or with my sister.
I've sat over breakfast glaring at my husband for something I am mad at him about but that never really happened. He'll remind me that those things aren't real and it's still amazing sometimes how long it can take to overcome that feeling. They aren't always angry feelings either. I had the dream where my mom dies and couldn't feel good until I'd actually spoken to her- I'm sure a lot of us have experienced that one.
Anyway, it's weird the effect that these dreams have on us. I'm not really sure what we're supposed to learn from it all. Maybe it's some form of what might have been, or what could be. Maybe it reveals our fears or our hopes... or our regrets. And even though the events of the dreams may not be real, the emotions definitely are and I think it can be intimidating learning certain things about yourself that you never realized before.
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