I’ve been dreaming a lot lately. This wasn’t always the case (well, I might have dreamt, but I didn’t remember them). Now I remember my dreams all the time, and I couldn’t quite pin point how I felt about this. Until a couple days ago.
As I was driving, I realized I was annoyed. Why, you ask? Because the day after having a particular dream I find myself trying to figure out what they meant or where they came from. And this takes up time. Time that I would rather spend doing something else, or taking care of something else. Whatever dream theory you subscribe to, I’m sure they have their meaning and purpose. But I don’t really want to spend time every day trying to figure out what they mean.
Mostly because I never have a single idea what they mean, ha.