I used to be able to remember almost every aspect of my dreams, thinking about them throughout day. I don’t seem to have that capability anymore, however, I can summarize and keep the general idea of what went on. It offers that lingering warm-fuzzy feeling to get you through your day. I don’t try to analyze dreams or make sense of them, because if I can’t figure out my brain while awake, I sure as hell won’t figure it out from when I’m at rest. I’ve taken a gander at those books that are supposed to help find meaning, but having never even been to Canada I don’t get it.*
Admittedly, I’ve always had a fear of having those that have passed on from our world in my dreams, rarely seeking any comfort in their spirit dropping by for a visit. In fact, it kind of terrifies me, even if the dream warrants no feelings of angst. I guess it would be safe to say that death scares me. Not my own, but those I care about. Yes, it’s part of life - I know and I totally get it. However, when someone is taken sooner than you feel they should have been, like anyone under 90-years-old (and maybe not even then), it proves the fragility of life and how it isn’t by any means certain. You can be a good person or a really bad one, death really doesn’t care. But, that’s a whole other blog.
I’m just saying that if I should be able to re-dream my dream, my subconscious mind will make my conscious one very happy.
*Those books don't make any sense.