I listened to a program about dreams, and I learned a thing or two. Prior to the 14th century, the word “dream” indicated joy or noise or music. After that time, according to research on the matter, the word evolved into meaning a “series of thoughts, images, or emotions occurring during sleep.” Many people, including Freud, have tried to define and interpret dreams. Certainly some dreams can be a “window into our unconscious mind, “ and if one wishes to learn more, there are numerous books about dreams and what they mean.
In a recent dream, I was traveling with too many maps, and I couldn’t find my way from Philadelphia to New York. In another dream, I unwrapped a package and in a purple envelope found a five dollar bill. When I was thirty years younger than I am now, I had a recurring dream where I would be walking somewhere, perhaps by a stream or creek, and I would spy little gold buttons or coins hidden in the sand, shallows, or under leaves. It always shocked me to find those treasures and I would wake up happy but somewhat dismayed. Dreams, I’m told, depict subconscious anxieties. Some people believe dreams are portents of future events. I don’t know what dreams are made of or why they occur. I just know sometimes they are pleasurable and at other times they are disturbing.
My conscious dream right now is to see Americans back at our normal activities. It has been almost a year since I dressed up and went some special place. The other day, when I put some items in the closet, I saw my husband’s nice suits and jackets hanging there, and it came to me that I have not seen him in a suit, dress coat, or sports coat in what seems like ages. This Covid-19 pandemic mess has thrown a monkey wrench into all our lives. Our routines have changed. Meetings have been cancelled. School is “virtual.” Necessary appointments demand we follow strict rules, rules such as “sit in your car until we call you inside,” etc. Church services have gone to ZOOM. Festivals and reunions have been cancelled. Families have to visit loved ones in nursing homes and retirement homes by standing outside windows. Newspapers are getting slim and dependent on the Associated Press, which certainly isn’t objective. It seems everything has become annoying. People are getting cross and irritable. Okay, what is one to do?
Human nature is resilient and people are inventive.The word “dream” is interesting. It can be used as a noun or a verb, transitive or intransitive. It pretty much lets the dreamer dream dreams. New ways of coping have become the norm. And so I suspect everyone has had thoughts this winter of a time when life is normal and the road to travel is straight and adventurous. May your dreams be rich and golden, inventive, and encouraging. Let it happen. It will happen. Let it happen.
In a recent dream, I was traveling with too many maps, and I couldn’t find my way from Philadelphia to New York. In another dream, I unwrapped a package and in a purple envelope found a five dollar bill. When I was thirty years younger than I am now, I had a recurring dream where I would be walking somewhere, perhaps by a stream or creek, and I would spy little gold buttons or coins hidden in the sand, shallows, or under leaves. It always shocked me to find those treasures and I would wake up happy but somewhat dismayed. Dreams, I’m told, depict subconscious anxieties. Some people believe dreams are portents of future events. I don’t know what dreams are made of or why they occur. I just know sometimes they are pleasurable and at other times they are disturbing.
My conscious dream right now is to see Americans back at our normal activities. It has been almost a year since I dressed up and went some special place. The other day, when I put some items in the closet, I saw my husband’s nice suits and jackets hanging there, and it came to me that I have not seen him in a suit, dress coat, or sports coat in what seems like ages. This Covid-19 pandemic mess has thrown a monkey wrench into all our lives. Our routines have changed. Meetings have been cancelled. School is “virtual.” Necessary appointments demand we follow strict rules, rules such as “sit in your car until we call you inside,” etc. Church services have gone to ZOOM. Festivals and reunions have been cancelled. Families have to visit loved ones in nursing homes and retirement homes by standing outside windows. Newspapers are getting slim and dependent on the Associated Press, which certainly isn’t objective. It seems everything has become annoying. People are getting cross and irritable. Okay, what is one to do?
Human nature is resilient and people are inventive.The word “dream” is interesting. It can be used as a noun or a verb, transitive or intransitive. It pretty much lets the dreamer dream dreams. New ways of coping have become the norm. And so I suspect everyone has had thoughts this winter of a time when life is normal and the road to travel is straight and adventurous. May your dreams be rich and golden, inventive, and encouraging. Let it happen. It will happen. Let it happen.
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