Dreams. I’ve always considered them messages from my subconscious. Which makes it all the more frustrating when I don’t understand them.
A friend of mine calls them our own private crop circles. Like those beautiful and mysterious creations (whether you believe they’re man made or otherwise), we know these dreams are trying to tell us something, but what? Good question.
I’ve always kind of assumed that my subconscious knows more about what’s going on with me than I do. But if that’s really true, why can’t it enunciate, at the very least? Quit mumbling gibberish.
Why can’t it say, “Yo, you are stressed out about xyz, and I have no intention of letting you sleep peacefully until you deal with it.” I’m much more functional when my marching orders are clear.
Instead, what does it give me? Dreams about being chased by bats or giraffes walking on water.
We share the same head. You’d think we’d speak the same language.