I love dreaming. I have dreams that are more fun than any movie or TV show I have ever watched. They get vivid, weird, crazy and engaging. James Cameron is right about dreams.
My dreams are frequently great and it’s usually every day that I wake up to at least one memorable dream. I do have 3 reoccuring dreams that happen what feels like all the time.
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My first one is my favorite and most frequent, happening quite often in fact. It is not so much a dream but rather what I do. Fly. But a floating kind of flying. Like how you float on your back in the pool, but I can fly/glide around in the air. No matter the genre of dream, no matter what else may be going on, if I’m around I typically fly around. It is so freeing and fun. Sometimes I’m just floating around a few feet off the ground and sometimes I’m covering distances in the sky. Plus, if on the off chance I start lucid dreaming while in a fly dream, it becomes real and FUCKING SICK.
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I am back at high school, this time surrounded by not only my classmates from school but an amalgamation of all people I’ve met throughout my life so far. All now classmates in my dream. Sometimes It’ll be a near identicle dream but it’s usually different situations and people but with the same theme. I am worried about the schoolwork/papers/tests I need to take in-dream because I didn’t study, but also I am aware that I’ve graduated already. I will become more lacksadasical because I know I already have a degree so doing poorly won’t negatively affect me. It’s weird and sometimes annoying but I don’t typically mind these ones.
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my least favorite. Also a “theme” rather than specific dream. But in it I am hated by my friends/family/strangers. Not so much hated as just found incredibly annoying and considered a loser who no one wants to hang out with. I’ll either be upset and get angry at what they do/say or just slink away in shame. This is the only type of dream where I’m always thankful to wake up. I assume I have this kind of dream because of the low self-esteem I had for years and years.
What are yours? What do you think they mean? How fucking fun is dreaming?
The entire dream is just me staring at a pile of cats. They’re all brown tabbies like mine and they all look just ever so slightly different. I have to figure out which one is my cat.
In college I had this dream almost nightly. My college town had a huge feral cat community and that’s where I found my cat, so I think that is a factor. I also have prosopagnosia (face blindness) so I run into this issue with people all the time. And lastly, I don’t consider my cat to be my pet - she doesn’t listen to commands like a dog would but she’s picked up on some common words I use and she will negotiate if I treat her as an equal. She’s more like my familiar. I think that perspective is probably important.
I still have the dream a couple times a year and I’m still not sure what sort of anxiety my brain is expressing there. I’d love to hear some interpretations.
