I’ve always been fascinated with dreams – both the kinds you get when you’re sleeping, and those you aspire of in the future. Back in 2009, I wrote about a dream I had. I still make it a point to remember the dreams I have just because I
have nothing better to do find it intriguing to understand what my subconscious mind is actually thinking about.
So two days ago, my girlfriend texted me saying she dreamt about me and someone (this someone is of course from my recent past). In her words:
We were on a cruise and the ship broke down. While we were both trying to fix the problem, he came along and offered to help so I excused myself and let you guys do the fixing.
I was about to get angry at her but then I realised it was just a dream:
So the dream is metaphorically telling me to fix the relationSHIP?
We burst out laughing in the end. I found it amusing that she dreamt it, not me. But I have to bite my own tongue because last night I did have a continuation of that bizarre fixing-the-ship dream. Let’s not get into details, shall we?
For now, I am happy being on my own, living my life as and how I want to (well, unless my my mother disapproves). And yes, crepes make me happy.
Without leaps of imagination, or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning.
– Gloria Steinem