Freud would have had a field day with my dreams. Freud believed that dreams represented a disguised fulfillment of a repressed wish. Not sure that I totally agree with him about that as one of my recurring dreams is about being on the toilet. Only the toilet is on a stage of a theatre with an O2 seating capacity and of course I don’t know that. So I am still performing my ablutions as the curtain goes up to a packed house. Perhaps Freud would say that this has something to do with the fact I have never had the confidence to get out there and perform my own songs or whatever. I have another toilet dream as well. A public toilet is overflowing and I am standing there in bare feet.
So what triggers our dreams? An over indulgent slice of Gorgonzola before you to bed? A more scientific theory is that they are triggered by spontaneous firings of brain cells that excite random memories. That can’t be right either, because I don’t have any memories of sitting on a toilet on a stage in any theatre; apart from in my dreams.
When I was very young I used to have a recurring dream about a witch and a well. Nothing much happened but the witch, who in hindsight was obviously filling in time between performances of Macbeth, spooked the hell out of me and I would invariably wake up in tears. First Witch: When shall we three meet again. In thunder, lightning, or in rain? Second Witch: When the hurlyburly’s done, When the battle’s lost and won. First Witch: OK then. I’ll just pop off and haunt a few dreams.
I am constantly on the move in my dreams. Sometimes I am moving house and all my worldly goods and chattels are on one small hand cart. I have no idea where I am going and my three cats are not secure in their cat boxes, they are jumping off the cart and I am having a hard time catching them. I wake up exhausted.
We all spend a fair amount of time in our dreams running around in public stark naked. What is that all about? Freud once said that his favourite dream was being naked in a crowd of strangers.
Teeth falling out and shattering into a million pieces is another nightmare I experience at least once a year. One theory is that teeth reflect your anxieties about your appearance and how others perceive you. I am sure I read something similar about running round without any clothes on.
Flying of course is a favourite. Apparently it is liberation from something that has been troubling you. I seem to have fallen so many times in my dreams I must be living a very troubled existence.
I’ve had lucid dreams. If it is a bad dream, I try and wake myself up sometimes I can’t, however hard I try. I’ve also saved the world on many occasions and wake up in a very confident frame of mind.
Who can honestly say they know how to interpret dreams? Each individual’s conscious thought processes are so entirely different and what spontaneously fires from our own individual brain cells subconsciously is entirely random. Yet, it is curious how we all fundamentally have the same dreams. We are supposed to forget 90% of our dreams, but the really bad dreams always have a nasty habit of coming back to haunt our conscious thoughts.