Dreams

For Christmas, I received a silver pocket watch.  It has become one of the objects that never leaves my person, a constant companion.  I think one of the odd things about it is that I’ve only gotten about one or two comments about it.  I had always thought pocket watches were something of a rarity, and to see the person next to you pull out a pocket watch and check the time was an event at least worth commenting on.

 ”Hey, a pocket watch, don’t see that everyday.”

“Hey, that’s neat.”

Something along those lines.  Not that I need comments to get me through my day, its just something that struck me as unusual, especially since my old watch, a somewhat unremarkable silver wristwatch that had a small digital display behind the analog face that displayed the seconds in kanji, garnered comments nearly every day.

Anyhow, I had a dream last night in which said pocket watch stopped.  I tried winding it, but the gears would not move.  Not sure what that symbolizes, if anything, but it was something I thought about as I sat at my desk this morning, killing time before I needed to leave for work.

Also worth noting is that during that dream, I couldn’t find any edible food, the brakes on my car went out, and I apparently had a drag race with the devil, as we tried to ram each other off the road.  Not having any brakes, I ran into something and lost.  I think I ran into a gas station…

Dreams, there’s an interesting subject, a debate for the ages.  You could read everything into them, or nothing at all.  They could be, as many scientists believe, simply the mind’s way of interpreting the spastic electrical signals of the brain settling into slumber.

Perhaps they are, as Freud believes, symbolic of the fears and desires of our subconscious, a brief glimpse into our hidden mind once our consciousness rests.  Every object, every color is symbolic of something.  And according to Freud, they all mean you have deep-seated sexual frustration, and chances are your mother is involved somehow.

Then there’s the belief that the world of dreams is a type of astral realm.  Where the spirit leaves the body to journey to a place where the power of one’s mind rules over all.  In some cases, people can actually meet and speak, explaining why people might sometimes have the same dream.

And some believe them to be predictions.  Dreams being a window into foreboding events to come.  While I have experienced brief moments of Deja Vu, I can’t say any of my dreams have come true.  I’m grateful for this, as I don’t need vampires attacking me, nor do water-slides to lead to spike traps.

Although, it would be fun to drag race the devil.  I can’t imagine he’d play very fair, though…

Zel-kun out.