Why do we dream?

 I had a particularly bad dream today.

I had gone to a salon to cut my hair. There was a woman looking like an old relative of mine standing right outside the salon. She was muttering something to a man(I guess he was a man). It was something about prostitution. I don’t remember if she went on to mention that the salon was a prostitution hub at this point or at another point when i came out of the salon for some time(I don’t remember for what).

So i had my haircut done while watching a couple doing sex in front of me(Dreams are obviously crazy) and I think I was enjoying(not sure).

There was a picture frame of the coitus guy kept on the table. It showed him posing with some medal. And they were making out right beside it.

It was night by the time i came out of the place and there was a girl in this salon(i don’t know where she had suddenly materialized from;she looked like a childhood friend of mine) who asked me to call my dad and drive back with him instead of driving alone.

The old woman was still standing there and I felt a strong repulsiveness to her(maybe because i’d heard her badmouth) but i did go to her and talk. Together we gossiped about the salon being a brothel.

Then i set for home. The streets got darker and suddenly i was driving through pitch dark(why was my headlight off?) on a crooked road in the mountains(how did i presume so without a headlight? Maybe i saw the chasm in the moonlight). I felt terrified.

And woke up.

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Dreams are full of shit. Aren’t they?

But every component has an underlying connection to you. Again, not always. But, in this case, i could find some very good ones.

Old woman relative: Granny lives with us now. She frequently talks of how she misses her village where they lived co-dependently. This relative was a part of that circle.

Gossip with relative: Granny loves to bitch about her daughters-in-law. I absolutely refrain from discussing such stuff with her, but sometimes i give in. She feels very satisfied after a bitching session.

Why only this relative?: She’s very dark. Sometimes i’d think about all the racism she must have put up with in the narrow society of the village.

Coitus: I had slept after watching porn.

Guy and medals: “How do nerds feel about their sexual desires?”,i had googled the day before.

Going alone: I am extremely irresponsible about my safety. I travel alone to places at odd times.

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Going back to the question, Why do we dream?

Because we think. Because we do.

Dreams are distorted forms of our own thoughts and actions.

Take care,

Smurf.