What good are dreams written down?
Before I go any further, I’m not talking about your dreams for how you’d like your life to go. Of course, it’s a good idea to write those down. And, in fact, it’s just good to write on a regular basis. But that’s for another time and topic of discussion. Because right now I’m talking about dreams you dream when you’re asleep. Are those dreams written down a good idea? My answer? No. Unless…
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If your dreams written down lead you to superstition, stop writing them down.
Over the years I’ve seen lots of people say it’s good to write down what you dreamed about when you first wake up. And there’s nothing inherently evil or wrong about it. But it can lead you somewhere dark. (no pun intended…or did you detect one?)
It’s weird how many people think dreams actually mean something. But unless you’re one of those people, in the Bible, who was contacted by God, in a dream, your dreams aren’t really real stuff. They’re just your brain processing tons of tons of information in a random way. It’s not connecting dots. And it’s probably more like disconnecting dots. And serving them up on your brain’s projector.
There are plenty of websites where they give you a list of 3, 5, 7, or even more reasons to write down your dreams. And I encourage you not to dwell on them except for 1 reason. Wanna know what it is? Ok, I’ll tell you next time. Just kidding.
Here’s the one reason where writing down your dreams is OK.
If and when (and only if and when), the story helps you creatively serve others with your writing.
“Oh, man! Big letdown, Tony!”
I know. OK, I’ll let you off the hook, if you write about your dreams to create a cool poem or song. And that’s partly because that’s what I did with this following poem from 20 years ago.
My Dream
Thought I woke up one dark night
With yellow wings, prepared for flight,
A sword of silver, polished steel
To keep me ready, keep me real.
I yelled to see who’d come with me
And celebrate sweet victory.
But no one heard my rising call.
Guess I was not awake at all.
I’ve lost the balance on this beam…
Will no one else believe my dream?
© 2000 Tony Funderburk
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