There have been many things written about dreams. What they mean, where they come from, why we
have them. But there isn’t one agreed
upon answer to any of those questions because well, dreams don’t really make
sense. We drift out of consciousness for
the night and we experience images, sensations, and actions in our minds that
are all out of our control. Sometimes we
remember them; sometimes we don’t. And
rarely do they make much sense. At least mine don’t. But for the sake of discussion I’m going to
try and see if I can make some sense out of what goes on when the sandman
visits me at night.
One theory about dreams is that they are produced from
random fragments of thoughts and memories from the day being sorted out and cataloged
in our minds. This seems to make some
sense, since I can say I often have dreams related to things that have happened
or I’ve been thinking about.
For example, I recently had a dream in which my friend Kevin
was having a birthday party where everyone that was invited, all friends from
high school, were playing a giant game of laser tag in our high school. It was a pretty sweet dream since laser tag
is all kinds of fun, and I was hanging out with some really good friends from
high school I haven’t seen in a while (well technically still haven’t seen for
a while). Now the strange part is,
Kevin’s birthday is at the end of the month, but I hadn’t thought about it
being his birthday because it’s 3 weeks away.
Is my brain reminding me of his birthday so I can send him a card with a
laser tag gift certificate in it? I
haven’t played laser tag since I was probably about 12, and haven’t really
thought about playing laser tag in who knows how long. I also haven’t visited my high school in a
half dozen years, which might explain why in my dream it didn’t really look
anything like my high school, but yet I still knew that’s where we were. But
all of these rarely visited memories came together in a dream about a game of
laser tag. Very strange.
So how does my brain put all of these random thoughts,
ideas, and memories together into a vivid visualization of a laser tag
game? Do other people have weird dreams
like this? Or is it just me. It would be
nice if I could have reminder dreams for special upcoming events and dates so I
wouldn’t forget a birthday, anniversary, or appointment ever again. Hmm I wonder if there’s some way to make that
happen.
A second theory states that dreams allow the repressed parts
of the brain to be satisfied through fantasy and keep the conscious mind from
being overwhelmed by these repressed thoughts.
I guess this theory somewhat applies, since I have dreams about playing
competitive basketball, football, and baseball pretty frequently. I’ve always sort of wished my sports career
went a little better than it did in high school and have had some regrets in
the way that I prepared myself and approached them back then. You could say I was a little lazy. And I’ve always wondered what could have been
had I taken things a little more seriously.
What could have been. I’ll probably live out that regret over and over
again at night. Stupid brain.
Another theory presented by the famous thinker Mr. Sigmund
Freud says that the brain uses dreams to present difficult and stressful situations
to help us control our emotional responses to these situations. This one also tends to ring true with me in
some ways, although my brain seems to place a large importance on some rather
minor life stresses. You would probably
be amazed by the amount of flat tire dreams I have. Flat tires do suck and are not fun any to
deal with, especially when you need to be someplace, but they rank pretty low
on my conscious brains list of greatest fears.
I’ve experienced three flat tires in my life and since then I’ve become
slightly paranoid about checking the air level in my tires each and every time
I get in and out of my car. But I’m more
afraid of being mugged, going broke, or losing my hair than dealing with
another flat tire.
Or being late. My
second most recurring “nightmare” is being late to something. In the dreams I never know what I’m late for,
I just know that I need to be someplace, and I always have obstacles in my way
that prevent me from getting to that place in a timely fashion. Like a flat tire. Or not being able to find any pants. (Yes those really happened) And I usually end up having to run there. In super
slow motion. When I’m not dreaming, I am
a very punctual person, and haven’t really had too many traumatic punctuality
events in my life that may have triggered some kind of post traumatic stress
situation. I’ve always valued being on
time and almost always have been. Still,
I dream about being late all the time.
Maybe I’m a little more neurotic than I give myself credit
for and I worry about these things subconsciously, which is why I’m on time
places and I fill my tires with air more than the average human being. Maybe my dreams are meant to deal with those
worries and thoughts because my conscious brain doesn’t want to? Or can’t?
And it in turn makes me deal with them more in real life? I guess that could make sense. I’d just prefer my brain chose some bigger
issues to work on, rather then punctuality and tire pressure.
Maybe dreams are really just random fragments of information
the brain has stored in its deepest crevices and they get threaded into bizarre
storylines while you sleep. That seems
to be the most consistent explanation because most of my dreams are just really
strange, nonsensical, hodge-podges of previous experiences, people I know, and
past, present and future events. Maybe
dreams are just random firings of our neurons and maybe they do have deeper
meaning. Who knows.
I’d love to relay some more of the odd dreams I have, but you
might actually think I’m crazy if you read some of them. Maybe I’ll save those for another post. The only thing I can really say about dreams
is that I’m glad I have them, I just wish I could figure out how to control
them because then I could stop worrying about my tires so much.
Leave a comment if you have some great dream insight,
experiences, or can relate to something I said.
I’d love to hear about them.