When I wake, I rarely remember my dreams – though I know that everyone dreams, aside from those with specific disorders, I lovingly exclaim that I do not dream. There are times when I find myself in the dream world, and times that I wake to memories of dreams I had while sleeping, but those times are few and far between. When I do experience dreams, whether as they are happening or as memories upon waking, they are not simply dreams – they are nightmares.

Most commonly, I am running from something deep within a cave, and though I know where I am going, I cannot open my eyes but for a sliver at a time to see a bright light that is illuminating a field beyond the darkness and the vine-covered threshold. In the distance, there are trees. I never seem to get closer to the entrance of the cave, as if I am stuck in place; I feel an immense fear, and I constantly try to look back at whatever is chasing me.

I recently went through and interpreted this dream, though I am unsure how to word it properly right now – perhaps I will share it in the future. I have dealt with this dream for as long as I can remember, and as a child, it was terrifying to wake up in a cold sweat, not knowing what it all meant.

There has always been this strange sensation of something trying to reach me, a voice calling to me through the darkness – jumbled by the imagery of this dream, but apparent in all aspects of it. I may feel an overwhelming anxiety and desire to run, to get away, from whatever it is in the dream, but somewhere deep within that cave is a quiet, warm place that calls to me.

Dreams can be as simple as images used to process the happenings of day to day life – but they can also be deeply rooted in our subconscious minds, things that are trying to make their way to the forefront of our thoughts in order to be worked through; they can, at times, be prophetic, or glimpses of things that happened in the distant past (whether during this life or previous lives, depending on the dreamers beliefs).

As a young child, my grandmother taught me about dreams and interpreting them – my mother encouraged further exploration of the topic as I grew, though she always showed a wariness of it. It is my intention to continue learning as much as I can about dreams and their significance, and their meanings, in our lives. I know that we can all learn quite a bit from the things that happen behind our eyes as we sleep, and I hope that I will be able to share this information and knowledge with you all soon.


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