Everyday when I wake up, there is about a 50 percent chance that I remembered my dream. And I love it when I do. My dreams remind me of what it was like to play pretend as a child, when I could be whomever I wanted in whatever it situation I wanted. In my dreams, I am usually transported to some imaginary place where I'm part of some glamourous situation. Dreams are a way to escape from the everyday worries and play out a totally unrealistically situation for a couple hours.
I love remembering my dreams, except, of course, when the dreams mirror my real-life stresses. Last night, my dream was a compilation of about everything that I have recently been stressed out about. First I yelled at my coworkers for not doing their jobs. (Because our staff is relatively young, they don't know how to do a lot of operational thing yet.) Then, on my way to school, my car brakes went out and I ended up crashing my car. (I just had to replace the muffler and tail pipe on it.) Finally, because I was late to school I didn't turn in a midterm project on time, and the professor of the class yelled at me. (I was worried about an assignment I had to turn in because I wasn't sure if I had completed it correctly. On top of that, the professor who yelled at me in my dream wasn't even the professor of the class - he was a professor I had last semester who gave me a worse grade than I thought I deserved.)
After waking up this morning, I wished I hadn't remembered my dream, which is a wish I very rarely make. But then I realized that I needed to gain some perspective. All the situations that occurred in the dream were way worse and more exaggerated than anything that has actually recently happened in my life. So, maybe, sometimes my dreams serve a greater purpose than entertainment; maybe my subconscious is telling me I need to relax and stop worrying about things that won't matter a week from now. From now on, whenever I have a stressful dream I'll try to see the big picture. Either that, or I'll learn to control my dreams.
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