“Dreams” often mean “desires” or “hopes” — or if we are serious with our intentions, “plans.”
Today I’ll refer to “dreams” in terms of what happens when we’re asleep.
I love dreams — at least most of the time. It’s fascinating to see how our brains mash up random bits of our past experiences with what’s going on in our lives.
My wife, daughter and I often ask each other first thing in the morning, “Did you dream anything?” It’s a fun way to start the day.
Lately I’ve been having a lot of dreams related to my job — the projects I’m spending my days working on. Sometimes those dreams are just variations on what is really happening and other times they go in random weird directions. A few weeks back I dreamed that I needed to bake several egg dishes and write down the recipes. (I’ve never been much of a cook.)
My favorite dream of the last several months was one that featured my mom. She passed away more than five years ago. In this dream, she talked with me, and it was very soothing. The part of my brain that was still rooted in reality knew that she was gone, but she came back for just a little while. It was really nice.
Have you had any good dreams lately?