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The power of dreams (the ones you have at night)

Today, I would like to talk about the kind of dreams you do not lose: the dreams you have at night. Do you remember you dreams? Do you write them down? Do you ever think about what they might mean? (I'm honestly interested, so use the comments to tell me)

I used to write my dreams down in the past. I was able to fill up more than a whole notebook with them (unfortunately I don't have that one any more). I started another notebook for dreams recently, but I do not remember as many dreams as I used to. This might be connected with the fact that I am not as creative any more, and that I have lost quite a bit of motivation and do believe less in my other dreams (i.e. the kind of dream that you wish would happen in your life).

I do miss having really vivid dreams because even though it only happened very rarely, I was able to experience some great things in my dreams. Other times, my dreams mirror the frustrations in real life. One dream I can remember very well without even having to look the details up in my book. It was a dream I had a few weeks before the premiere of the last Hobbit movie.

Why Bard? Because he's someone I could trust if he existed in real life.

I was in my old family home, and there were more people than usual there. My mother was there, and some strangers. I still had my old room (that I lived in until I was 19 or so) in that dream, and it was a bit of a mess. There were books and scrolls all over the floor. I was in the living room when someone said that Bard would turn up soon, as he had been invited by one of the strangers. None of them knew how important Bard was to me personally. I knew that I should ask him to talk to him, but I did not want anyone else to listen to what I had to say. I knew that Bard was the one I could ask to help me with a huge favour, something I would never ask anybody else. 

But then I realized that my room was such a mess! Bard arrived (he wore normal clothing), was introduced to me, and I asked him whether he could do me a favour and meet me in my room in a few minutes. Strangely enough he did not find the request strange but agreed. So I quickly collected as much stuff as possible and put books and scrolls in cupboards and boxes. It still wasn't the best looking room but it had to do. Bard then came in and closed the door behind him.

So there I was, I had my chance to talk to him and ask him for a favour. And I knew he would not say no. I just knew that he would not have it in his heart not to help me. But I couldn't ask him. I wanted to, but even though I knew that he would not laugh at me, or make fun of me, or make me feel bad in any other way, I just couldn't ask him. Towards the end of the dream, I also was aware of the fact that I was dreaming, and I wanted to influence my dream, but I just couldn't. Then I woke up - and it was so frustrating! 

I know that people think you can influence your dreams, and I've read quite a bit about lucid dreaming. Have you made any experience with it? If yes, did it work for you? What did you do?

Comments

  1. I can see why you'd dream about Bard. Like Thorin is for me, Bard is very steady, loyal, and trustworthy. For me, a dream like that (while frustrating because you weren't able to ask him what you wanted to) is very reassuring, especially because I don't have many people I can trust so fully in my own life.

    I used to keep a dream journal, but I stopped after my dad died and I started having nothing but nightmares about the circumstances surrounding his passing, night after night. It's only been in the past few months that I've finally started dreaming "normally" again. Interestingly, I'm often male in my dreams, or a character from a movie. I've never really been able to influence or control the events of my dreams, unfortunately, so I can't really help you there, but from what I've read, lucid dreaming is actually a thing. Maybe some people have a greater ability to do it than others.

    Thanks for a very thought-provoking post. :)

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    1. It was the first and last time I dreamed about Bard. I had one or two Luke Evans dreams, but they were completely different (we argue a lot!).

      I am sorry to hear that you had so many nightmares. I had plenty of those when I was a kid, but they have greatly reduced in number. Sometimes I have slightly scary dreams, but only rarely full-on nightmares (the one I remember most was a dream in which chickens were suffering, it was horrible).

      Maybe we should both start writing our dreams down again - maybe then our brains will also be a bit more motivated to make us remember the better dreams!

      I hope you'll dream something nice soon :)

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