Ok, another brief post! Gotta do damage control on both my and best friend's well being.
So I finally was able to remember one of my dreams! Yay!
Except the dream was a fairly obvious interpretation. Crap.
Not at all like the other day when I dreamt I was dying. Which reminds me, when I posted the blog about the spiders saying that a part of you has died and another been reborn, that was excess knowledge I was taking from my research on dreams about death, not necessarily spider symbolism. Though the rest is true.
Anyway, yeah, tonight was really obvious to me. There were certain events and my reactions to them in my dreams that were already quite plain to me--my reluctance at certain things coming to light. And also, I had this one aspect of my dream that was about drug smuggling.
So has anyone seen the commercials for that show where they give them like $100,000 and tell them that if they can keep it from the authorities, then can keep it? I'd be totally beast at that game, and something in me really wants to try that. To do something illegal for a day. I guess that's my inner criminal coming out.
But then there's this other show called "Locked Up Abroad" that I was watching just before going to bed about these people who are promised $10,000 if they smuggle drugs, and they meet terrible consequences. And in my dream there was like a stakeout in the woods across from my front yard, and they made us all do "pee checks" as they were called in my dream to see if (this worked in my dream, pft.) we were carrying any drugs. And apparently I had some on in, and I think my brother was involved, and I had to quickly remove it before going to get searched. Weird, huh?
I don't know if that's repressing some secret desire to be a drug smuggler or just my inner need to do something bad every now and again.
Anyway, what this all tells me is that if my subconscious is giving me dreams that are so obvious to me, that must mean I'm in a good place in knowing myself, my thoughts, and my feelings. Which is essentially what this blog is all about.
There's always room to grow though.
Merry Musing,
~Dale B.
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