Why attach any importance to the apparently random jumble of memories, fantasies and absurdities that make up our dreams?
One of the simplest answers could be, although we dream, we often fail to grasp the unique importance of our nightly experiences. Some of the times we fail even to remember-big part in that plays REM-rapid eye movement; (I will come back to REM in one of my next posts).Dreams are our chance to eavesdrop on a conversation between our unconscious and conscious minds, offering us opportunities to understand ourselves.
Ancient Egyptians would pray to the god Bes, protector of families for untroubled dreams. Rene Descartes struggled to find a clear distinction between dreaming and waking experience in his philosophy concluding:” even if I were asleep, everything that appears evident to my mind is absolutely true”.
I think Carl Jung says a lot in one sentence:
“A dream is a theatre in which the dreamer himself is the scene, the player, the promoter, the producer, the author, the public and the critic”.
I will formulate my questions later on.
I have to go now.