When I was younger I kept an obnoxiously dream journal. (Now that I think about it, I have no idea where that notebook is...) Recently after having my extremely vivid dreams I shared some of the stories with my roommate. He said that maybe I should start drawing the things I remember from my dreams.
Do you believe in your dreams? Recently a friend was explaining his beliefs and part of it came to dreams being a way that we connected to ourselves in other dimensions. Or rather, that is how I remember it. I can sympathize. My dreams are mostly important to me (depends on the message) and I think there's some merit to reoccurring themes. A lot of the themes in my childhood, detailed in my journal, were reminiscent of fears.
As a child I had a lot of dreams that my father died for me. Oftentimes it was the same one. He sacrificed so much and many times I woke up crying. Other times I was ashamed because my father caught me doing things - it wasn't important what I was doing it was just the act of getting caught. I was plagued by guilt.
As a young teenager what was once fatherly love turned into abuse and persecution. They grew worse as I aged. He was out to kill me. I was scared of him and that fear lingered in my dreams. I hated that more than anything because for the longest time my dreams were my escape from my life.
At this age I am now, my dreams have become odd, bizarre and at times, mundane. It's hard to see what the theme is. Perhaps I will start recording my dreams again.
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