Dream On

Sitting among hundreds of people in gym bleachers was a puzzle to me when I simply asked for directions to a special arboretum from the owner of the small coffee shop. The accommodating woman promptly sat down at her desk and drew a map because it was common knowledge that my destination was difficult to find. In the meantime she suggested going with a group of others who were apparently headed for the same destination.
Then a door slammed and my eyes opened and I realized it was morning. I had been dreaming. I recalled other dreams and wondered at the meaning. Should the dreams have meaning regarding other aspects of my life? Psychiatrists and psychologists and dream analyzers think they do. Some go so far as to consider dreams a revelation of mental problems and difficult social relationships.
Maybe so. I can envision that which I experience or imagine. That is what is embedded in the neurons of my brain.
My experiences. My imagination. My biases. All available to the synapses in my brain. This is so personal that for any other person to draw conclusions from how I describe that stuff is mind boggling. And more than a little ridiculous. No one else could come up with the same dreams for the same reasons. We are too individual. No two of us are alike therefore only broad generalities can be drawn by an outsider.
So my point is this. Share your experiences, biases, and opinions with others if you choose, but keep your dreams sequestered. They reveal your synapse activity that is yours alone. If you must, figure out the connections for yourself.
Naomi Sherer