Dreams?

What are dreams?

No I am not talking about the ones you’ve had since you were a kid. Where you dreamt to be superhuman or an astronaut. I’m also not here to talk about the dreams that you have when you grow up, to be a CEO in a major company, or a lawyer reciting the lines from A Few Good Men, “What do you want from me? I want the truth. YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH!”

I’m not here to talk about nightmares either. When you wake up and you pee your bed ’cause you drank too much water and you were scared out of your wits.

I’m talking about dreams, normal, every night, or how ever often you dream, dreams. Notice I said night. No guys, not DAYdream when your boss is going on about something that has nothing to do with you. Just  normal dreams when you sleep, if you can possibly call them normal.

I dream every night.

I can’t remember the last time I didn’t. But what do those dreams mean? In the Bible many dreams had interpretations. Do ours? I dreamt that I was an officer in the military during the Civil War am I supposed to pull some kind of meaning out of that? I doubt it.

But I have dreams that I don’t understand why I had them, if there is no meaning. For example, the other night I dreamt that Danielle (the lovely friend I wrote about in my post entitled “Hope”) had hung out with me the day before she died. The only difference is that I knew she had died and that if I didn’t stop her from driving it would happen again. The entire dream I was frustrated. I would say “Danielle, how are you here?” she would reply “Daniel, I never left. What are you talking about?”. Anytime I would ask her not to drive she would laugh and say, “Don’t worry about me.”

I knew that line.

She told me that the day she died. I was getting more frustrated. At the same time I had no idea how she was here. I somehow knew that I was going to wake up soon. So I grabbed her and gave her a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek and held her for like 10 minutes. When I woke up I was sad that I couldn’t save her even though it was a dream. I was frustrated that I had such a vivid dream that I couldn’t control.

I immediately started looking for a meaning. It didn’t have to be profound or anything, just something to ease my conscience. My thought was that God would never give me a dream like that without some kind of meaning. That would be torturous and unlike Him, right?

I scoured my brain for reasons that could have triggered this dream. I did research on what dreams are, why we have them. Can we control them?

Fact #1: “A small percentage of people dream in black and white. It isn’t until they wake up that their brains put color to them.” This is a useless fact, but interesting.

Fact#2: “We cannot control our dreams, they are completely in our subconscious and therefore involuntary actions.” Useful, at least I know I am not torturing myself.

Fact#3: “Recalling dreams is actually very unusual. Only a small percentage of people can remember that they did in fact, dream.” Useful, I state again, “I don’t remember the last time I didn’t dream.”, sound familiar? (Look to the top of this post, you’ll find it.)

If recalling dreams isn’t usual, yet I always remember mine, does that mean something?Am I a prophetic dreamer?

I doubt it. I have never had one of my dreams mean anything of value or defined. But this dream really bugs me. Why do we dream about things that make us sad or angry? Who gives us dreams? Is it God or the devil? I have come to the conclusion that God knows and that is good enough for me. When, or if, He lets me in on the meaning behind them, I will listen intently. But if that never happens then oh well, it’s not like I can stop dreaming.

Anybody got any ideas? What is the reason for dreaming? Who does give us dreams? Anyone want to become a dream interpreter and from here on out tell me what mine mean? What are some of your dreams that that you dislike or like?