Thursday, March 15, 2012
They say we dream quite a bit each night. We might, but I don't remember my dreams. I have to laugh a bit when I hear that some people actually sit up and write down their dreams in the middle of the night. The other night I woke up repeatedly with strange doings. I've heard that dreams are ways our mind helps us work out our real life 'dramas'. That makes sense to me, but now I'm trying to figure out what that night was all about. One of the happenings has me still thinking about it. I do remember my emotions were torn in two directions. I was happy; I was sad. And now, I'm just confused. Sometimes things are not quite as they appear, or are they?