Well, That Was Different

Dreams fascinate me. I love to hear people talk about their dreams and what they think they mean. I'm not really into dream interpretation, but I do believe that our dreams are often a representation of things going on in our lives. At least that's been true for my life.

I have had three reoccurring dreams throughout my life. The first one was during my childhood and is too weird to try to explain. The second one started in college when my grandfather got sick and I still have it some times. The third has only been part of my sleep for the past, probably 3-4 years. I'll try my best to explain it. The setting is never the same but the general idea of what I'm doing never changes...I'm running. At least I'm trying to run. I'm never running from anything or anyone, but toward something, and I never know what that something is. When I say I'm trying to run, what I mean is, I'm not running very well. My feet and legs don't work properly, I'm not getting very far or running very fast, and it's very laborious. As I watch myself try to run in my dream, I get frustrated and begin thinking that I'll never get to where I'm supposed to be going.

Last nights dream was different. I was still running, and like the other dreams, I have no idea why. But as I was doing so, I remember coaching myself to help me run faster, and it worked. In this dream, I ran fast, my feet and legs did exactly what they were supposed to do, and I actually got to my destination.

I don't want to read too much into this, after all, it was just a dream, but I have thought about this all day and really wonder why, all of a sudden, I was able to run and run well.