Happy Opening Day. Or, if you’re
non-denominational in this regard, Happy Friday. Whichever works
best for you.
Occasionally, I write in here about
bizarre dreams I’ve had. I’m sure these things open a window
into my (very unusual) psyche and give you an idea of what it’s
like being me. Well, I’ve had pretty much the same dream a couple
of times over the past few weeks, and I have no idea what it means.
Aside, perhaps, from the fact that I
have a very unusual psyche.
Here’s the dream in a nutshell. I
have, for some reason, gone back to college, usually in a city
different than Marquette. I’m not really sure why I’ve gone back
to college, but I have, and in doing so I’ve taken a full load of
classes. The only problem is that I, in my dream, only end up going
to one or two of the classes. The other classes I just blow off,
even though I know (in my dream) that I’m paying good money for
them and that I’ve moved away for the chance to take them. I also
know (in my dream) that I’ve had a dream like this before and that
my usual standard operating procedure is to blow off a class or two.
So basically I’m dreaming about a dream that I know I’ve dreamt,
a dream that didn’t make sense the first time I had it and still
doesn’t make sense in any subsequent versions of it.
See? Unusual psyche.
I think there are two things at play in
this dream, the first being the premise that I would move away to go
to college and yet attend only half of my classes. That doesn’t
make sense to me; after all, it’s certainly nothing I would ever do
in real life. If I ever was gonna go back to college (and especially
move away to do it) I’m sure I’d wanna get it done as quickly as
possible and as well as possible. I mean, if you’re gonna go back
to college, go back to college. Yet there must be something in my
brain that made me dream this dream the first time. I have no idea
if it’s standard performance anxiety material or if there’s some
kind of deeper meaning to it, but I must’ve had the dream (the
first time) for some particular reason.
I just don’t know what that reason
was.
The second thing in play is the fact
that I’ve had the dreams multiple times, and that in those repeat
airings I know I’m dreaming, I know I’ve had this dream before,
and I know my actions won’t have any real world consequences
because, well, it’s just a dream. And I don’t get it. I know
that as you get older your dreams become more literal, they become
more grounded in reality and your everyday life, but I had no idea
that you also become more self-aware about whether you’re dreaming
or not. I don’t know if this is something everyone experiences or
if I’m starting to mutate into something just a little different
than the norm, but it seems weird to dream about having dreams, and
to know that you’re dreaming.
I’m sure if I had a shrink she could
tell me what all this means, and I am curious, but I don’t know if
I’m curious enough to pay $200 an hour to find out the answer. All
I know is that if I dream about going back to college and then not
going to any of my classes again, there’s a part of my brain that
will tell me my dream is just a dream. And that, in the end, it
really doesn’t matter if I go to that class my dream wants me to
skip.
On that note, have yourself a great
weekend. I hope your dreams are all good ones!
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