In the last century, I like to say this way because it sounds more interesting, when I entered university, one of the first conferences I attended had to do precisely with dreams. In that conference I learned that we can have many dreams per night (4, 5, 8) and that this is the reason why the next morning, when we remember the dreams, it is confusing: because we mix up the dreams.
I also learned there that after we wake up, we remember what we dreamt in the first five minutes, after that time we most likely forget it. That is why it is recommended that we have on our bedside table, or near the bed, something where we can quickly write down at least words or elements that help us remember what we dreamt.
Another interesting thing is that while we sleep and we feel that we fall, our body makes that involuntary movement in bed, it is because “according to” our soul is returning to our body or we are passing from one level to another level of sleep.
Anyway, dreams have always been an interesting subject for me and a mystery, because there are so many theories about them, that we could not only make horror stories, but also thousands of science fiction stories. Personally, I dream a lot and sometimes I remember vividly what I dream. In my life I have had many premonitory dreams and many times I have experienced Déja vu that leave me like a leaf in the breeze: trembling. But the idea is to talk about our recurring dreams, I will therefore talk about three of them:
Maybe because I live near the sea, one of the most recurrent dreams is that I look at it from the shore or I am inside it. Sometimes the sea is calm, but sometimes it is a monster that rises and can overtake the houses, the trees. In my dreams, the sea always breathes (it goes up and down as if it were sleeping), also sometimes it is blue like the sky, but sometimes it is black like the wings of a crow. Some dreams are nightmarish, but most of them are normal dreams, where the sea is the background scenery for a meeting, for a farewell, or I just stare at the sea as if it wanted to tell me something and I can't decipher it.
In another dream that comes from time to time, I am running away. I don't know what I'm running away from, in my dreams I do, but after I wake up, I ignore it, and the places I've hidden in can vary from an abandoned house, to I've gone to another country. My flight is sometimes calm. As if I were traveling or moving to a new place. In my dreams someone asks me:
_What are you doing here? -and I answer, in the most normal way:
_I'm running away. -I say as if I am telling the time. But at other times the flight is frantic, as if my life depended on it. With dreams of this kind I have awakened in tears, startled and left in an overwhelming state of helplessness.
And finally the stairs. I always dream about stairs. Sometimes I go down, sometimes I go up. Generally the stairs are endless, infinite, which makes the whole dream just that: going down them or going up them. On the stairs I can run into people I know, living or already dead, and also with unknown people. For example, sometimes I dream of a boy that while I go down the stairs, he goes up the stairs and looks at me in the eyes so deeply that I stop, I always stop, but he keeps going up and although I want to go up with him, hypnotized by those eyes, I can not, I have to keep going down. I think if in reality I see those eyes, I am able to recognize them. Hahaha.
In my family, my paternal grandmother, every time we had a dream, she would decipher it:
_I dreamed yesterday about bird, maíta,” I would tell her and my grandmother would immediately ask me:
"Was it flying or perched on a branch?" -she would ask me and according to what I told her, she would say what it was.
In a world where man knows more than fresh fish, where his knowledge is unlimited, the fact that there are still doubts about dreams, what they mean and why they originate, seems to me the most extraordinary thing in the world, because as long as there are doubts, there will be curiosity and as long as there is curiosity, the world will continue breathing, awake, inquiring.
Calderón de La Barca said that “dreams are just dreams”. I am one of those who prefer to believe that behind them there is a mystery, a message that we must decipher that has to do with our past or future lives, or a life of our own in a parallel universe.
The images are from my personal gallery and the text was translated with Deepl
This is my participation this week for our great friend @ericvancewalton's initiative: Memoir monday. If you want to participate, here's the link to the invitation post
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