Amazing- the heart a dream can contain. A dam breaks, lets a feeling through that seems obvious in retrospect but that was precious, and obscenely missing, all along. Can feelings be so concrete? Perhaps such a dream is a distortion. I am unsure.
Many of my dreams take someone that I have formed into my mind in quite a strong way and embellish them with some detail that amounts to an "a-ha!" moment in the dream. I am not sure what these dreams represent, except perhaps an omission on my part, an act of consciously convincing myself of the understandability of something that I had some distance left to go on. I believe that the mechanism that leads to this phenomenon is known by psychologists as "projection", which I think suggests that the distortions we place onto other people come (this should be unsurprising) from our own predispositions, or our own desires.
I wonder if someone who grew up without verbal or written language would relate to their inner dream world with greater intuition. I can't believe there is anything inherently mysterious about dreams, except that we choose, as members of an outwardly-focused society, to avoid trying to speak their language. I certainly don't believe that dreams are the act of "trying to tell ourselves something", except to the degree that we attempt to anthropomorphize the nature of our own perfectly explainable (though not understood) subconscious into a separate being.
I believe it would be okay for me to outlaw dreams as a blogging topic for, say, six months.
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