The Mind of Mierow

Dreams August 9, 2010

For as long as I can remember I have always been a dreamer. Not the “what if” kind of dreaming. I’m talking about the “while my body rests for the night my brain decides to tell itself a story” type of dreaming. I don’t dream every night, or if I do I don’t always remember them. Sometimes they stick with me and I’m able to remember them for years. There are other times where I’ve completely forgotten my dream 10 minutes after I get out of bed. The ones that stick with me tend to be pretty weird. Here are a few that I recall:

- Russians invading our portable classroom in 6th grade.

- Being back in school, but this time all of my classmates we people from grade school, high school & college

- Terminators attacking a church only to be defeated by a squadron of flying DeLoreans.

Some are weird. Some are beyond any or all explanation. Do dreams mean anything? Should they be taken to heart? If so, how do you know which dreams to take to heart? I’ve never looked into dream interpretation, but I would guess that most of my dreams come from a) watching too many movies or b) reading too many novels. If an occasional weird dream is the only side-effect from those two activities I’ll consider it all good.

This whole line of thinking came about from a dream I had this past Saturday night. Essentially the dream consisted of my wife giving birth to twins; a boy and a girl. I don’t recall the circumstances, but we had to have them delivered at home.  They were extremely small; probably no more than 3 pounds each. Two hours after they were born we were about to load them up and head over to the hospital. I went to pick up one and found that both had died. No cries or fussing from either one. They were there one minute and simply gone the next. I remember that in my dream I was angry. I went into a rage. At this point I woke up. It was just before 3am. I tossed and turned the rest of the night, but obviously didn’t get much more sleep.

I’m the type of person that tends to think things over… a lot. I don’t tend to offer an opinion on something unless I’ve already thought it through from all angles and know how I really feel about it. You can see how a dream like this one would stick with me. Does this one mean anything in particular? Should I be looking for something great and mysterious from it? I don’t think so. I’ve already made a connection between the dream and the book I finished Saturday afternoon. Maybe that’s all it is. Whatever stories my brain wants to invent while I’m sleeping is fine by me. I just wish I could DVR the fun ones and see them again.