Dreams are difficult things to grasp. I'm not talking like goals and aspirations, I'm taking about when you close your eyes and REM takes over leaving you with some messed up shit. I don't know if its because I don't get up before noon now, rarely before 1:00, but I've been remembering my dreams with such great accuracy these past few days its almost alarming and quite out of the ordinary. In todays dream I had a bed made for me on what I now realize was my old bedroom floor in our basement but a friend of mine, well, in the dream, it was his room. As he started to pick up his room I joined finding some of my own possessions in the mess. I found some picture frames I recognized as mine but not the pictures in them. Later in the dream, while we were still cleaning, I realized the pictures were from my trip to Italy. I was so sure of it. We just kept cleaning his room having a fun time swapping stories about the various things of his we would throw away or keep. Now that I'm awake I can picture the two photographs in the frames that belonged to me and I haven't a clue were they were taken or who was in them. Not on my trip to Italy thats for sure. The weird thing is, that in real life, when you cant remember someones name or phone number, but then when you miraculously remember it you get this feeling and you know what you have remember is correct, its more certain then anything at the moment. In this dream I had the nagging feeling to remember details about the pictures and when my brain supplied a location for the pictures to have been taken at I accepted it as correct and felt much better about the state of things.
I would love to understand my dreams. Where they come from, what causes certain events, what they mean. They really are an endless interest to me. For now, I guess I'm just going to have to settle for my pieced together interpretation.
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