i awoke from a dream this morning to ask the question, why do we dream what we dream?
i dreamt that the new england patriots(why them? i think rather lowly of them, right now, since they beat my team in the super bowl.) had a water problem caused by a back up in a toilet in their training facilities. (okay, I understand where this comes from. i watched million dollar baby last night. in one scene, someone floods a toilet on purpose. the keeper of the gym had to clean up the mess.)
okay, it gets a little strange, here. for some reason, they called to tell five of the star players about the problem. why does that carry significance? the nfl has a rule where teams are not allowed to contact the players for any reason during part of the year. players covet their time off, so there is a clause in their contact that stipulates no contact.
>okay, it gets a little more strange. cut to a press conference where the patriots are self reporting their violation, the fact that they contacted five players during the no contact time. then, they stated that they consider this a violation of their first a amendment rights to free speech. for that reason, they planned to sue the nfl. (this part may be somehow connected to my blogging. i don’t feel stiffled or told to shut up, though sometimes i feel like my voice goes unheard.)
how does it do that, the brain, that is? it appears to be an excellent story teller and at the same time, excellent at improv. in constructing a dream, and this dream in particular, the brain pulled together four mostly disjoint thoughts from my happenings, one of which happened months ago, and somehow weaves a totally viable story without any major holes.
the brain continues to do that night after night. it takes disjointed thoughts and ties then into a dream that makes total sense. sure, rips in the space-time continuum sometimes happen producing chartreuse koalas with hersey’s brown pooka dots explore the surface of mars shortly after chewing on the succulent leaves of a eucalyptus tree. but for me, that seldom happens. btw, the koala dream never happened, at least for me.
how about you? do you have any recent dream? pg-13 please. how about any dream that have stayed in your memory?
facing off with the big d 
Dreams for me, are just psychological detritus.
detritus or not, i still marvel at how the brain can put these stories together, night after night, in billions of brains in the world, not to mention at least a dog or two. my dogs dream letting muffled winey barks. if dog dreams, I’m sure that many of the other higher mammals, if not more, also dream. and if that’s the case, doesn’t that speak to the possibility of psychology is other animals?
For sure yes
Do you dream in colour as well? I do. Sometimes my dreams are so clear and vivid I wake-up thinking they were real. Lately, as you can imagine, I’ve been dreamless . . . but that’s good (I think). My mind is resting? Hmmmmm . . .
i do dream in color. let me tell you about what happened recently.
i found myself in the middle of a dream. then, at a conscience level, i became cognitively aware of the dream state. i opened my left eye. the right side of my vision remained in the colored dream while my left side looked out onto the dull, muted colors of a partially darkened room. I found myself in both a dream state and reality at the same time!
i remember thinking at a conscience level the coolness of the moment, being in a dream state and reality at the same time! i remember recognizing about the color difference between the two worlds. i held on to the multi-state for 3-5 seconds before the excitement pulled me completely out of my slumber.
Duuuuuude . . . tres cool.