ADSactly Life: Dreams deciphered
Dreams deciphered
Hello, readers of @adsactly
Today I would like to share with you a story that I heard a long time ago, but that I still remember clearly. This story has to do with something mysterious and indecipherable as dreams are. Calderón de la Barca said: "Dreams, dreams are." But what is really behind what we dream? My intention is not to seek explanation or make theories about dreams, but to expose that there is something mysterious about them. Let's start:
This story was told to me by my friend Ana on one of those long nights of exams and confessions. A story that, despite the time, I have not been able to forget and that always comes to me when I have to talk about the things we dream about.
My friend Ana, who at that time was 15 years old, dreamed that she and a friend in common called Adriana, were 25 years old and had coincided at the bus stop. In the dream they studied at the university and that day they had the beginning of a very important subject for their medical career, so they had to arrive as soon as possible. They saw the clock and realized that it was very late, so they preferred to take a taxi and not wait for the next bus that would arrive in 15 minutes. Anxious the girls took a pink taxi that immediately caught their attention.
On the way, while the taxi driver played music on the car player, the car did a somersault and crashed into a blue wall of a church. In the dream, Ana and Adriana were crushed by the irons of the car and as happens in dreams, without explanation, they came before God. God, a gray and old man, told them: this is not the time. Go back to your houses. In 10 years it's your turn. But think about what you want to study. Within 10 years they will not have a new opportunity. Ana, who has always been impertinent, asked God: Why do you say that it is not time, are we late? What time is it?
God told them:
_ On the contrary: it is early. Come back It's 7:30 in the morning.
At that moment, Ana woke up and looked at her watch, and it was actually 7:30 in the morning. Looking at the surroundings, he realized that everything had been a dream. So, in the midst of her joy of being alive, she took it upon herself to tell that dream to all the known and friends; He even told me and Adriana, our friend, who always doubted the truth of that dream. In fact, she asked this friend how a woman with 15 points in chemistry and biology could dare to study medicine.
The 10 years passed and that dream had been forgotten. Each of us had made her family and academic life: I had decided to study literature; Ana, bionalysis; and Adriana, medicine. Ana, although she had wanted to be a doctor, her average did not allow her to study the career that she had dreamed so much. On the other hand, Adriana, whenever she could, rubbed her little capacity in the face of science and medicine.
On one of those strange mornings that abound in our city, it dawned raining. My friend Adriana, along with another person, had to arrive early at the university and see the beginning of a subject that was the headache of all the students. Without realizing it, he looked at the clock, which probably marked around 7:30. Surely the taxi stopped, perhaps the first, or one of the many that passed, but which she thought was the most appropriate. He never looked at the pink color of the body, so strange in a car. He also did not look at the moment when the taxi driver was looking for a song on the radio and by accident, the car crashed on one of the walls of a church that had always been white, but that year, on the occasion of a centenary of something, they had painted it blue. Adriana died at the age of 25, in a traffic accident, when she went to university.
Upon hearing this story, we thought: What happened here? Are dreams premonitions? A kind of Déjá vú that we have every night? Or simply, are they unconscious experiences that have to do with our repressed desires or fears?
According to the Swiss researcher Arthur Funkhouser, déjà vu 'and premonitory dreams are activated when the nervous and cognitive systems are developing. He also concluded that people who have premonitory dreams tend to unconsciously seek and analyze hidden signals around them. It must be said that premonitory dreams are mentioned for the first time in the treatise 'On Divination by Dreams' by the Greek philosopher Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC). And that according to this distinguished thinker, it is impossible to find a scientific explanation for this phenomenon, so he described the premonitory dreams as a "gift of the gods". Well, if they're gifts, they should be more followed, clearer, and better.
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BIBLIOGRAPHIC REFERENCE
https://news.culturacolectiva.com/ciencia/que-son-los-suenos-y-por-que-sonamos/
https://salud.ideal.es/lomonaco/1133-ique-son-los-suenos-y-por-que-sonamos.html
Written by: @nancybriti
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Great story. Fascinating topic.
Dreams are a real puzzle, like life after death, we'll probably never know what lies behind them.
I try not to think too much about dreams, as you suggest at the end, if they are some sort of message we should take seriously, shouldn't they be clearer and more consistent, so that we do not disregard them as figments of our imagination or simple echoes of our daily thoughts and deeds?
Of course, for those who believe, mysticism, mistery, enigma, hidden messages is all part of the language of higher forces or powers. Gods are too above ourselves to speak n the smae plain language. Only under certain conditions would the gods reveal to certain people in certain ways, and so on and so forth.
I've dreamed beautiful things, and also horrible ones, most of them as echoes of things past. Thus far, I have not had a dream that I can remeber years later as a premonition or revelation of sorts.
Dreams have always seemed magical to me, almost mysterious. I believe that behind them there is a part of us that hides and is unconscious. I did have premonitory dreams, but I almost always remember them when the event explodes in my face and it's too late. Thank you very much for your comment, always so complete and interesting. Greetings, @hlezama.
Despite all the progress that the psychological and neurological sciences may have made, dreams will remain an enigmatic terrain. And hopefully so, then one of the fundamental sources of aesthetic creation, particularly literary creation, would run out. The relationship between mind (where it would include both thought, imagination and dreams) and reality is very complex, ungraspable, almost ineffable. Surely some dreams will materialize, and others will remain in the indeterminate space of being.
Thank you for your interesting post, @nancybriti, with that eye-catching story. Greetings.
Like you, I celebrate that dreams remain a fascinating mystery, source of art and life. Man, in his thirst for knowledge, wants to know everything; but thank God, there are some things that are veiled and surprise him. Hugs, @josemalavem
Beyond being a dream or not, the way you tell your story is very good. Being included, that is, being a character in the story, makes it very versatile. I liked the color of the taxi. I loved the time. The ages of their characters do not convince me much, but the enveloping description makes that element just an insignificant detail. A short story to talk about dreams or to tell a dream (someday we will know). For now, his literature very nice. Today, he has got my smile. Greetings @nancybriti and @adsactly
Good thing you liked it, @marcybetancourt and that I got a smile out of you. Sometimes the only interest of a writer, is to bring out a smile. Hugs for you.