Dream Time

With the summer months comes  the need for open windows. And with open windows comes the sounds of the cityscape floating through my drapes. Lately the space I live in has been thrown into a bit of high amplification due to one of our neighbors. For nights in a row, I’ve been woken up between 3-4am. And then when I do get back to sleep, I’m treated to some pretty dynamic dreamscapes.

I’ve dreamed about being at schook in two dreams – one dream involved me being in law school, sitting in a classs, and the other, where I was sitting outside of university with a group of people. One of the guys in the group I was with flipped a cigarette to a girl who was facing us. She looked like Kim Kardashian with a light moustache and had a giant black snake tattooed from the back of her leg, extending up her butt and onwards to her back.

Another dream was of my dead mother. She was wearing a purple sweatshirt and her hair was longer than I had ever seen it. She was smiling and happy and just waved.

I also dreampt of a new house we were going to visit in real life. After the walkthrough, the person turned to me and said, “Does owning a home make you feel secure? Does it make you feel like you have achieved something in your life?”

So I’m left to unpack some of these messages. They’re simply dreams. No different than the thoughts that float through my head while sitting on the cushion. While eating dinner. While taking a poop.

But the analyst in me loves to examine and question. Of course my mind turns to what the Buddhists say about this topic. Urban Dharma has an interesting recap on A Buddhist Approach to Dreams – Jung and Junti – Dreams West and East. 

Do you have an active dream life? Do you keep a dream journal? Or do you let ’em go and practice non-attachment? Any books or articles on the topic that you recommend I check out? I’d love to hear from you. 

2 thoughts on “Dream Time

  1. tmc says:

    I rarely remember dreams and prefer it that way. Once in a blue moon I’ll remember part of a dream and it always feels disconcerting.

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