Monday, November 22, 2010

Dream


I dream often. As a psychology major, I have been always interested in how dream works and fascinated by hearing what the other people think about their dreams. I have encountered two different types of people before; those who think dreams are just random thoughts and those ones like Carl Jung who say dreams are our unconsciousness that is trying to tell us something. I believe I am the latter one.  However, the more I tried to understand what my dream means or trying to tell me, the more I got confused.
I always had hard time remembering the dream. I don’t know if it is because my dreams are not one story but rather bits pieces of different stories. Time and places are very random. I could be in Japan hanging out with my old friends and the next second I could be at the beach surfing. Nevertheless, my dreams always give me this familiar feeling that is not totally new but more somehow nostalgic. When I wake up, I know what happened in my head but I just cannot verbalize it. Once I start telling it to someone, I doubt if what I am saying is really the dream I had and I feel like it is not true anymore. One day, my friend told me to start writing down the dream right when I wake up so that I will be able to remember it more accurately.  That is when I started my dream daily.  I try to put into words most of the time but whenever I have hard time writing it down I draw pictures.
I recently successfully found out the meaning of one of my dreams. I had this dream fairly often where the time goes back all the way to when I was in kindergarten. Nothing really happens in the dream but it’s always lunch time.  It happened last summer. I was looking at some old pictures with my mom and we came across one picture where I was having lunch with my friends in kindergarten. What I saw in our hands in the picture was cheeseburgers. That explained everything why I never ever want to eat cheeseburgers nowadays. Every time I see someone eating a cheeseburger, I never want it. I just didn’t know why because I like both cheese and burgers but not cheeseburger. I did not remember at all but my mom told me that our kindergarten provided a cheeseburger for lunch every Wednesday for all three years I went there.

There is another dream I have so often. I clearly remember what happens in the dream because it only last for a few minutes or so and the dream itself is not a pleasant one but pretty scary that I sometimes have to wake up middle of the night. The more I see that dream, the more I feel obligated to find out the meanings behind it.  I always knew this is something I have to do in order to overcome the fear I have both in my dream and in reality also. I would rather spend some more time thinking about this dream and take this chance to bring back my unconsciousness to the conscious mind as a creative project that I get to do for final.