Deciphering Dreams is Like Trying to Fold Clothes With Your Mind.

I remember most of my dreams.  Most of the time they really don't strike me as anything important.  But there are times when I wonder WTH my subconscious is doing when I get one of the weirder versions and WTH I'm supposed to do with the message(s)?  Most of the time I don't even bother trying, and I simply allow that strange, haunted feeling to carry me throughout the day.  Basically, I usually let it sort itself out.  Only thing is, last night's dreams (yes, plural) had an odd message, and one I'm not used to hearing.

Now, I have to say I don't believe all the 'dream interpretation' stuff out there.  For the most part what I see is just new age rhetoric nuzzled closely with religion/anti-religion belief systems, and I tend to think that dreams are 'mostly' our subconscious trying to work things out--simple Psychology 101.   Not to say that prophetic dreams don't happen, because I believe they do.  I just happen to believe that's not the case most of the time.  Having said that....

I dreamed of dying.  And not in some bleak, spooky, Stephen King sort of imagery, but rather something that felt practical but softly urgent.  My take is that those dreams had a lot to do with what I learned yesterday when I received copies of my lab results.  While alarming, I've not been given any kind of death sentence or any real cause to panic.  Nothing like that so far.  What I'm taking away from what I learned is that I need to be aware.  I can do that.  But my subconscious did have a field day with it.

Some of my dreams leave me haunted by the way things felt within them, and last night's dreams have done just that.  Okay.  Maybe I'm supposed to feel this way in order to affect some change.  Makes sense to me.

I'm choosing to not overthink the imagery or feelings those dreams of dying invoked, because it's virtually impossible to know exactly what they mean, what their purpose is, or even what I'm supposed to do with the information.  The more I think about it, the more confused and 'off' I feel.

Deciphering your dreams really is a lot like trying to fold clothes with your mind.  You can sit and stare and concentrate on them until your head hurts, but the wrinkles and folds and chaos remains unchanged....