Cue the Eurythmics

I'm on a film set. Chevy Chase is directing a stellar cast of comedy A-listers (even if I can't tell who they are exactly...they're all sporting dark sunglasses, and facial hair), it's understood this is a buzzed about project. They seem familiar and I'm excited to be a part of it all, so I wave. They wave back. Joy.



I'm in a church, and an integral past lover approaches me. He's vague about his life, and doesn't ask me any pertinent questions, so I'm disgruntled. He then proceeds to sit down in a row of creaky wooden pews and chat up a random chippy at top volume. I'm annoyed, and tell my close female comrades-that materialized out of nowhere-what a bastard he can be.



Not for long though, as now I'm in a large bed with Matt Damon, and we're laughing, snogging and rubbing up on one another, intimate playfulness. Milla Jovovich happens by with all the zeal of an overworked truck stop waitress and hands me a chocolate Dilly bar. I take a bite, and Milla (who really puts the full in full-service) switches the ice cream from my stick to Matt's. It's melting and creamy and odd.

Then I wake up, dash to pen and paper, and jot it all down.



My dreams have been vivid movie-esque romps ever since I can remember. Usually celebrities cameo, I'm on a quest to save/expose/make right. I've been interpreting them for a good thirteen years now, and I'm always excited to see what will pop out of my recesses. Ahem...moving on...



There's a theory that the happenstance in our dream state is the true reality of our souls, and waking life is the dream. The aforementioned scenario is quite tame in comparison to most of them, and it would be nice to wrangle dinosaurs (on more than one occasion to date) and get freaky-deaky with no consequence or meaning (all fun no drama). Doing dishes is blessedly never on the menu in my dreams. Well, once, but it ended in steamy celeb sex. Boy, would I have dishpan hands.



I would capital L love to research dreams. Being a rare blend of logic and spiritual intuition, it's hard to say which is more telling in this arena ( spoiler alert, it tends to be both). There's a definite line, and nary the twain shall meet. According to some scientific standpoints, your sleep state cannot be materialized by you yourself (which I personally know to be contrary, but for the newbie might be so), and can be influenced by outside stimuli, food you eat prior to sleep and any matter of events surrounding. Conclusive data can be hard to nail down under such vacillating conditions. Symbolic dream interpretation factors in all of those elements and combines the spiritual aspects, emotional influence and how in touch you are with symbols on the daily. Either way, it's fascinating input, and I remember all I write down, a crucial part of the process. How does a terrorizing dream of ghosts nagging you in a giant hotel equate to feelings of your own inadequacy and repressed thoughts? Have to do the research, intuit the findings.



Scrawled on the pages of many a composition notebook, in a language only understood by me, lies better understanding. Chronicling progression of my unconscious mind may be a roundabout path, but it's a thrifty and creative version of the ol' therapists couch. Not that I'm knocking therapy, just marveling-regularly-at a commonly trivialized avenue the mind travels frequently. There are so very many, it would be unfair not to check them all out.



The first few years after I graduated, I had regular dreams of me losing my teeth. Bleeding shards of molars and canines crumbled in chunks of my mouth, I could taste it and feel it. Always, I desperately tried to keep them in. Dreaming of your teeth falling out can mean you have fears of the future (or that you need to go to the dentist some are straight forward), which makes perfect sense for a youngster on the mean streets of career attainment. Now that I'm nearing my thirties, my teeth are staying put, as I've grown into more of a captain, not a cabin boy of this here ship. I could write a million entries on those types of changes. Personal Anthropology.



Cutting back on the rampant chemical fixes and neurotic distraction in some way ain't a bad thing . The phrase "common side effects" is starting to chafe. Before lights out say, "I will have vivid dreams that I will remember when I wake up" and see what happens...

Whether they rattle your cage, predict the future or turn you on...it's a direct reflection of your world, and how you're making it your own. All while you sleep. Can't argue with that.