The Escapism

A dream on Sunday night, the one I haven’t managed to recall in details since I don’t write down my dreams. This is the first time I write about my dream and try to analyze it. See, I believe that we, humans, have a capability to dream during sleep (some of us while awake ) because they mean something in some sort of ways.
Here are some facts I read from Reader’s Digest.

-Why do we dream?-
Dreams are a way for the subconscious to communicate with the conscious mind. Dreaming of something you’re worried about, researchers say, is the brain’s way of helping you rehearse for a disaster in case it occurs. Dreaming of a challenge, for example giving a presentation at work or playing sports can enhance your performance. And cognitive neuroscientists have discovered that dreams and the rapid eye movement (REM) that happens while you’re dreaming are linked to our ability to learn and remember.
my comment on this: I had dreams several times of driving a car (at that time I wasn’t able to drive a car successfully yet) and found out that I could drive better after had the dream. It also occured when I was learning to ride motorbike.

–Lucid Dreams–
Some researchers believe that you can guide your dreams while you’re sleeping, it’s called “lucid dreaming”, in which a sleeping person realises he or she is dreaming while it is happening.
my comment: I’ve had this several times too, exciting!
(If you wanna know more about dreams from this article, read it yourself Reader’s Digest edition July 2006)

However, one thing about a dream, it cannot be interpreted precisely, and no one can interpret it better than the dreamer himself.

Sunday night’s dream:
I was chased by something, but I didn’t know who/what it was, i was running in fear, not wanting to get caught. What I felt at that time was, I knew somehow that I was dreaming, so perhaps I was having a lucid dream, where I could think. Then after some time, somehow I found out how to overcome the ‘enemy’ that was chasing and haunting me, by throwing and spreading coins all over the room (the room was like a large auditorium), I recalled that I wasn’t alone spreading the coins, i was with some crowds but I didn’t see any faces, I just knew that I was with some people, asking me did I have more coins (infact I didn’t have the coins in my pocket before). Then after quite a while, the ‘enemy’s’ gone. I felt relieved, but i was informed (don’t know by who) that we had to recollect all the thrown coins on the floor. I remember holding and observing some coins, some are large like the ones I use to scrub my back when I had a cold on windchill, some were golden in color, some silver, some small, but none of them were Rupiahs. They’re all foreign coins and somehow the coins were there not as a financial tool but more like a valuable collections. i had the feeling of ‘adventurous and precious travelling experience’ as I was recollecting the coins from the floor. Then suddenly the dream was ended with me feeling not wanting it to be over without any crystal explanation and definition. I woke up and opened my eyes, and all my body and mind were exhausted, had the feeling like I’ve been in a marathon. What made it worse, it was Monday morning. Oh God!!!

Well, first thing first, I asked myself why was I chased in fear and worries? I told myself perhaps I’d just watched “Snakes on a Plane” on the Sunday evening. But then I realized it’s more than that ‘fright scene’, on the night before, I was perplexed for I was still deciding whether I will go to Singapore next month’s vacation, the fact that I was worried of leaving Kuku alone at home, pondering at how much money I will spend on the vacation, I want to take Kuku but it means that I’ve to spend double budget, leaving the house empty and Benji for more than a week, the fact that I haven’t had a passport, but if I decide not to go, I will miss the opportunity to go abroad with my bestfriends, miss all the experience, miss all the ‘what’s-going-to-happen-next?’ excitement. I was screwed up before I went to bed that night. No wonder why I had a bad dream.

But, what’s up with all the coins? why coins? what do they represent or symbolize? who were those  people spreading coins with me (could they be angels?), and then recollecting them again, after so much efforts spreading them all around. Now that, I haven’t managed to figure out until now. I’d better not draw any conclusion yet. Can anyone help me? maybe you get a better insight while you’re reading this?
Like Daniel with God’s help, interpreting the king’s dream, cool!

When I get a deeper insight about this dream, I’ll write it down later on, will catch up soon.

I whispered to Benji while he was sleeping (and touched his head softly) a minute before i started writing this: “Do you dogs dream? if you do, have a nice one tonight”

For there are also the ones called nightmares.