My whopper of a dream last night prompted a thorough investigation of “the meaning of dreams”. I have always known that dreams had something to do with your subconscious.
On an average night I dream about my what I had done that previous day or what’s up next tomorrow. What did I do? What should I have done? What am I going to be doing? What should I do? I pretty much live every day twice.
Last night, was not an average night. I like out-of-the-norm dreams because I think they have more value. I keep a notepad near my bed so I can jot down significant details as soon as I wake up (this is key). Within 10-15 minutes of being awake 90% of my dream has faded away – and I will never get it back. Do you wonder where those thoughts go. If you could visualize those memories leaving your mind, what would that look like? Would they float? Would it be a vapor-like mist similar to a cloud? I wonder if the memory of a dream has a color… Anyway, I digress.
I dreamt that I found a little girl. She was scared, lost, and needed my help. She was maybe one year old, had blonde hair and green eyes. There was something different about her though – she was a ghost. I held her and she felt cold. Holding her body against me, I began to shiver – but I continued to carry her because I had to find where she belonged. Throughout my dream I kept searching and the little girl wept until she was so exhausted she fell asleep. When she stopped crying I tipped her body forward to see her face and make sure she was okay – and sure enough her eyes were gently closed. I woke up.
I usually forget my dreams right away, but I can’t stop thinking about the little girl who haunted me in the night. Will I see her again? Did she really need help? What was I supposed to learn from her?
I feel my next book coming on. Thank you my angel.