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| This blog is about dreams, and this movie is about dreams. Unfortunately, that's about as far as the similarities go. |
Generally speaking, Sigmund Freud would tell you that dreams pointed to your inner-most desires, which usually ended up meaning you were in love with your mother to some degree. All throughout history, mankind has put meaning to dreams, insisting that they all mean something. Even today, people are eager to convey that, for example, a figurative dove that dive-bombs a clay pot of Kool-Aid means that soon they will take an unexpected trip to Saudi Arabia and then drown when their plane suddenly crashes in the Red Sea!
Please.
Modern psychology, on the other hand, has come to the simple
realization that dreams are merely a projection of our subconscious’s tendency
to continue to work while we sleep. Well, yes there are exceptions! Thank you
for asking! Really only one that I can think of: divine intervention. For
example, a friend of mine was at a loss as far as what to do with his life, and
he had been fervently praying about it. A few weeks into it, he dreamed he was
on a stage, pounding a podium with one fist, holding a Bible in his other hand,
and repeating the words, “Isaiah 40:3” over and over again. Now, he’s on track
to becoming a pastor. There is no doubt in his mind that that was a message
from the Lord, and certainly God has spoken in dreams before. As I said, this
is the only exception I can think of. Otherwise, another friend of mine, a
good, solid Christian, would have some serious family problems and internal
rage brewing. He dreamed his mom kidnapped him, threw him in a helicopter, and flew
like a madwoman around New York City while he yelled and cussed her out, but in
no way does any of that stem from his day-to-day life or make him a bad person
at all.
See my point?
That being said, the euphoria or terror that follows the grogginess
of sleep after a good, vivid dream amazes me every time. What? What’s that,
small blog audience? You want examples? Oh, alright!
Just the other night, I dreamed I had Clark Kent’s powers
from season 9 of Smallville. I was hanging out with my best friend, Chloe Sullivan
(also from Smallville) at a grocery store. She knew of my abilities and we had
fallen madly in love with each other. She did not want to become romantically
involved, however, because she didn’t want to endanger my secret. I came up
with a great idea, and took her to the aisle that sold Kryptonite. Being the
Man of Steel himself, Kryptonite is supposed to be able to kill me, but it
didn’t bother me at all. Hey, I don’t control what happens, I’m just along for
the ride.
Anyway, I assured her that dating would be a lot of fun, but
she looked at me in disbelief. So naturally, I picked her up under her arms and
pinned her to the wall several feet off the ground. “See? Isn’t this fun?” She
looked back at me and said, “Yeah, I guess it is!” So I set her down, turned
around, grabbed a funny-looking vial of Kryptonite, and gave it to her. She
drank it immediately, gaining the powers that I had.
Now, does this mean I secretly wish I was Superman and that
I have a celebrity crush on Allison Mack?
……
Personally, I don’t see how that’s relevant, and obviously,
it’s not a secret. The point is, when I woke up, I felt seven inches taller and
like I had the most beautiful supporting actress of a small-time network’s
biggest hit on my arm.
Ejemplo numero dos:
It’s been a long time since I’ve had a nightmare, and I
never like talking about them. Not because I don’t like to relive the
experience, but rather because once you wake up and all the cobwebs of sleep
are gone, they seem stupid and make you feel ridiculous in the retelling.
Besides, I never remember much of them. This one was a few years ago, and all I
remember is that alien from “E.T.” killing that boy who took him in,
multiplying himself, unleashing a zombie virus while also giving all the
zombies handheld cannons (genius if I ever saw it), and taking over the world.
This dream was particularly terrifying because I have never seen “E.T.”, so
that alien creeps the snot out of me, and apparently, the boy’s name is Eliot.
What can I say? Some people are scared of snakes; I’m scared
of 1980s Hollywood aliens… and snakes.
I don’t know why, but I just love this topic and the
infinite possibilities that could accompany it. Skyscrapers
made of Peeps, bungee
jumping off of the Sun into a black hole, and saving the world from an all-evil
version of the Matrix cast with the ability to spew lava are just a few of the
amazing potential plots of dreams. If you haven’t tried it, I highly suggest
it.
