Dreaming Isn’t Just For Dreamers

There are certain things people do habitually that really work against them. I do the same thing–I waste time when I should be working, I get online when I should be focused. Did you know know that people spend so much time on their phones because they seek interaction from people who aren’t around? It makes them feel more connected than ever before–but at the same time it also makes them feel alone because they aren’t doing the same things other people are doing, like traveling or bungee jumping or swimming with dolphins or something like that.

Many people will also deprive themselves of sleep when they need it most. Not only that, but they will do things that will deter them from sleeping well, like drinking coffee or energy drinks late in the day, or drinking alcohol right before bed in excess. Just last night I drank a 16oz beer before I fell asleep and I can tell, this morning, that my brain is a little fuzzy. A little off.

The reason sleep is so important is because of dreams. Dreams help us understand our world and problem solve–even if it seems like you’re just flying through valleys or having sex with someone you wish you could have sex with or playing baseball in the major leagues. What dreams are really for is learning. For example: when I was going to college I was really into knitting. I got pretty good at it. I could make a really nice hat in a day or so. But when I first started it wasn’t easy. My neighbor friend was a pretty handy lady. She had knitting stuff and sewing stuff and patterns for both crafts. There was one hat pattern we tried to figure out over and over again, but for some reason we kept messing up and had to undo our work multiple times.

That night, when I was sleeping, I dreamed about knitting. I dreamed about how the pattern worked and why we couldn’t figure it out–this might seem weird to you, but it’s proven that when someone faces a problem and goes to bed thinking about the problem they’re pretty likely to dream about it. And that’s what happened.

The next day when I went over to my neighbors for knitting, I told her I’d dreamed about the pattern. She said she’d barely slept at all. She said she just tossed and turned. We sat down and began to work on our hats, and for the first time, I knew how the pattern worked. It was so easy and just clear to me. I showed her how to do it, even though I’d originally come over to get her help.

So, next time you’re faced with a problem, review it in your mind right before sleep. You might dream of it and then find your answers there. When you wake, all will clear.

4/9/15 Three Days Ago

Do you love me–really?

or are we both afraid to be alone?

 

Three days ago I thought I knew you.

Now when you call I don’t know what to say.

 

After work today, you called to tell me something

weird. Your old co-workers from LA were

in your restaurant. It was unlikely,

but my mind was blank.

 

All I said was, “huh?”

 

Then we talked about nothing until you 

said,

“I’m going to concentrate on walking.”

I’m going to concentrate on walking

What does that mean?

 

Three days ago we told each other

we loved one another.

 

When we hung up today we both said,

“bye.”

because, I think, saying, “I miss you.” or

“I love you.” would taste stale in my mouth.

 

Because for the last two day you have

not said it but when I said it.

 

Three days ago you said it so often,

so much. and when I said it back I meant

every word every time and I think you did

also.

 

Now when I say it you say it without a

smile. or without looking at me.

 

And when you do look at me, I see none

of that excitment I once saw in those

eyes–only fear–or worry–or

a distracted gaze.

 

Three days ago you told me you

had a lot to figure out. You told me

you had so much to do–so little time.

I said if you needed to be along then

you should be alone.

 

You said I was right.

 

Three days ago you said you wanted me

to stay the whole week.

Now I wonder if you want me to stay another

day. And when you said you’d be house

sitting for some time I wondered, for a

moment, if you’d be inviting me. Then that moment

stretched into silence and I understood that

you wouldn’t and I wasn’t.

 

See, it comes back to such little time.

It comes back to that single “bye.”

It’s the time we have spent when everything

has been perfect.

But like you said three days ago–

“It feels like the honeymoon is over.”

And now I feel as though I’m waiting for

you

to make up your mind.