I think I dream every night. I believe everyone dreams, and if that’s true, well, certainly I’m included. I don’t always remember my dreams, though. On days when I wake up to an alarm, the jangling noise rousing me sends any other thoughts and images from my mind. When I wake up naturally, I often have a pretty good sense, in those first moments, of what was going through my mind while I slept. Unless it was intense, though, the memory generally fades quickly.
Sometimes my dreams are nightmarish and troubling, and I try to quickly shake off the sensation they leave me with. Other times they are joyful, or comforting. Then, I do my best to hold on to the feelings. Sometimes I write my dreams down, to try to later decipher deeper meaning from them. Mostly, though, what I remember of my nighttime thoughts is not anything that warrants consideration: just jumbled, random, and usually unfinished scenarios.
This morning, my first day off after what seemed – to my semi-retired self – like a long work week, I was determined to sleep as long as I wanted. No alarm, but also no immediate plans or projects to urge me out of bed. Just rest. I got up twice for “nature calls” through the night, once for me and once for my little dog. Both times I was able to get right back to sleep. Sandwiched between two dogs on my narrow bed, I was warm and comfortable.
I was vaguely aware of the morning’s arrival, but I didn’t wake up. Having already gotten more good rest than I’m accustomed to, though, I was sleeping very lightly. I was dreaming, but more conscious than usual of the pursuit going on in my mind. In fact, in my half-asleep state, I was deliberately navigating the action to a reasonable finish. When I finally woke up, I shook my head and thought how strange it was to control my dreams.
It reminded me of the complicated storylines I plotted out when playing make-believe as a child! I couldn’t, now, recount a single thing that took place in that dream. I know it was nothing of great importance. Just a simple collection of people and places all interacting in my brain and, thanks to my control of the activity, all behaving in a perfectly reasonable fashion. I was out of bed and brewing coffee by eight AM. With the entire day still ahead of me, I was well-rested and content. It was a very satisfying way to spend the morning!