Unbeknown to me, I’ve been having weird dreams as of late.
I’ve been trying to think of interesting things to blog about that are (A) Interesting in some way and (B) actually worth reading about. It’s very easy to fall into a repetitive pattern of producing something for the purpose of entertainment, because you think other people will enjoy it, rather than simply doing it for yourself. Therefore, I thought I’d blog today about something we all share: dreams.
People seem to always attempt to find meanings in their dreams, and there are thousands of books and websites that discuss this topic, but I think that sometimes dreams are just there to give you some crazy, reimagined reality – where there are no rules, only the ones you set. Maybe it’s to counterbalance the feelings of restrictiveness we feel in our day-to-day lives.
With that in mind, I woke up from a dream this morning whereby I was at a party of some description. It was a very warm and cozy atmosphere, the kind of setting you would expect around the Christmas season. I was talking to party guests, whilst occasionally looking at various stands and platters of food that had been prepared and laid out around the room.
It was an impressive display, and I was admiring it for awhile until the catering staff at the party called me (by name) over to a door that presumably led to the kitchens and staff areas. Immediately I thought it was weird to be called over by name, I wondered how they knew my name. I also thought it strange that the party had catering staff. I had assumed that the food was prepared by chefs elsewhere and that they had not been there in person. I proceeded to follow the two men who had called me over to them.
I followed them through a wide, white corridor through to a staff staging area, I remember seeing people running around and preparing things, but my attention was predominately focused upon a gigantic wooden sled that was in the middle of the room. I was very confused at what was going on, and even more surprised when they told me to climb on top of it and ride it into the party room. They told me to ride it straight into the room and rest it under the main table in the room, without crashing or hurting anyone.
As tends to be the nature of my dreams (I’m not sure if this is the case for anyone else) the dream then cut to me being helped onto the sled (similar to how movies sometimes cut to a new scene, e.g. Star Wars). I started to ride it at a great speed, and could not understand how on earth I was able to control it, given that it was a huge sled, at least ten times the size of me! I burst through the doors of the main room and parked the sled right under the table. I had achieved it by some miracle, and it looked very cool!
I remember feeling elated in the dream, as though the moment was very cool to both experience and watch, but I also remember feeling a sense of accomplishment, as though proud that I had achieved what the staff had told me to do.
So there you go, that was my dream this morning. Let me know what you think!
– Christian Reeve