I'll Find You In Dreams

Why do dreams recycle old faces and names? Why does the brain drudge up old feelings when in the waking world they haven't had sway in years?

When I was young I used to believe that if you were in my dreams you were there for a reason. My subconscious mind was trying to tell me something and I had to listen. I also used to think that if I was in your mind the same was true. Thinking about one another in the silence of sleep meant that we needed to connect in the day. Try to make something happen.

As my years went on though I learned more about dreams and the mind itself. Turns out your dreams, though very little is known, are used to recycle your thoughts from your conscious thinking and to redistribute your memory. Kinda like defraging a computer memory. Imagery appears, certain people appear, certain ideas appear. All with no real significance or order, or so is believed as of right now. Study into dreams and the human consciousness is still very infant. Not much is known and what little we do know only brings up more questions. For scientists and for normal people alike.

Why did I have a dream about a girl I haven't talked to in years? Was it just memory waste being pushed to the forefront? Or have I been subconsciously thinking about her or girls in general from my past and my brain brought her image forward? Or was I right all along back in school, should I try to pursue this with her?

Doubtful.

Dreams are hypothesized to do many things. Real and surreal. Transport our bodies across dimensions, let us speak with the dead, show us the future, or the past. Shine a light onto a path we need to follow. Or show us the visage of our apparent soul mate. They let us speak with God or let us become gods for 8 hrs a night. The expanses of our brain and the mystery's within are boundless as far as we can tell.

Perhaps one day we will be able to transfer our brain waves to a viewing screen and finally see with waking eyes what our brains are seeing in the night. Or maybe we'll finally unlock the true purpose of such activity only evolution can explain. One can hope and dream.

Until then I'll silently hit on people from my past, fly in the open sky and dance with the proverbial devil that is wishful thinking related to prospective futures. Hopefully some of these will come true.