I had a doozy of a dream last night and it’s been bothering me majorly all day. To anyone who doesn’t know me it won’t seem like a big deal at all, but it’s the psychology behind what triggered the dream that’s the problem.

Basically, two of my best friends (both male) moved in to an apartment together and “neglected” to mention it to me. I was very upset and felt very betrayed, as if they were keeping things from me, like they didn’t want me involved in their lives anymore. It was awful.

Any time I dream about something like this so vividly it is usually an indication of something that’s been unconsicously rubbing me the wrong way and it’s my brain’s way of making me aware of it. The trouble with having such an active imagination at night is that it tends to stay with me the next day, and I can’t shake it. I felt much better once I had lunch, but now it’s afternoon and I’m starting to doze off again…Must.Have.Caffeine. (If only I had money for a Mt. Spew…)

I used to keep a regular dream journal (up until my senior year of high school) but got out of the habit once I had a job and less time. I used to have dreams so vivid that they’d sap all the energy out of my body. Colors, shapes, numbers, smells, sounds…I could remember it all as if it were a real memory. Most of them were pretty farked up too. A typical dream of mine would be so bizarre, I’d wonder where it was coming from. I don’t dream like that much anymore, but I think that’s mostly due to lack of sleep…the less I get at night, the less likely I am to remember what I dreamt.

I can’t say I’ve ever had a recurring dream, but I certainly have dreams with recurrant themes. These are usually instances where I’m trying to ignore or avoid a situation (either consciously or unconsciously) and my brain will replay the scenarios in different ways until I finally deal with the issue. Then they tend to decrease in frequency or disappear altogether.

Living such an active dream life has been such a big part of who I am that I am astounded when people say they either “don’t dream” or can never remember what they dreamt. My first boyfriend actually said he only dreamt a white void. I don’t know if I necessarily believe that, but if in fact he was telling the truth, I feel really bad for him…dreams are such a wonderful things to experience.

Most of the time.