After some rather sombre topics for the first three alphabets, let’s talk about something lighter today. Dreams – the ones that we have in our sleep.
There are many interpretations of what dreams are. In my opinion, the most interesting ones are the theories of famous psychiatrists and psychotherapists, Sigmund Freud and Carl Jung.
Freud developed a theory that dreams reflects the dreamer’s unconscious mind and specifically that dream content is shaped by unconscious wish fulfilment. Jung described dreams as messages to the dreamer and argued that dreamers should pay attention for their own good.
Regardless which theory about dreams you subscribe to, there’s an undeniable mysterious essence to dreams. And if you are a writer like me, you would know that dreaming can be a useful technique in crafting your stories. I tried such an exercise and recorded the most bizarre dream I had and the effects are chilling:
It’s dark, and I was confused. The only thing I was sure of was I needed to go somewhere or get something done really quickly. The urgency was compounded with the tingles on my back – a foreboding sense that someone or something I couldn’t see was chasing me.
The sensation was very disturbing but I always woke up realising that it was just a dream except for that one time. I knew I was out of my dream. I remembered vividly lying on my bed but I felt different. My limbs were heavy but my head felt light like I had a little too much to drink. The strange thing was that all the sounds around me seemed to be louder than usual – the fan whirring, the air-conditioner blowing and my husband snoring – but I couldn’t move a muscle.
Then, something else happened. I began to float, levitating towards the ceiling, closer and closer to the swishing blades of the fan.
No. Go down. Go down! Don’t hit the fan. I don’t want to end up being minced meat! My mind sounded.
I opened my mouth to scream but my lips refused to budge.
The blades were inches from me now. The wind lashed at my face.
I’m going to die!
At that moment, I came crashing down onto my bed, eyes wide open, not sure whether I was still dreaming or not. I gasped for air to wash away my fear. My hand went to my chest and found my heart pounding like a jackhammer. Thank God, I’m still alive.
So, care to share your dreams? Here’s wishing you sweet dreams tonight. J