What are dreams made of? Who knows (March 30)
By Chuck Doud
The Madera Tribune
I am one of those people who has a difficult time remembering dreams. When I wake up, I usually have a little idea of what I dreamed about, but 30 seconds later I have forgotten it.
Mrs. Doud, on the other hand, can remember her dreams well. She spends a lot of time dreaming about being in college, or levitating. Sometimes, she levitates in college. When she levitates, she often flies above the town, and it is a wonder she doesn’t collide with birds. (Maybe she does collide with birds, and like the Federal Aviation Administration, just isn’t telling about it.)
I, too, sometimes dream about being in college, but I don’t levitate, at least not that I remember.
I also often have the same dream over and over again for several nights running, and I am never sure why, but it gets boring after while. What’s the use of dreaming if you know how the dream is going to turn out right when it starts?
I used to work with a guy whose brother made a lot of money as a dream interpreter. I read a book this interpreter brother wrote about dreams, and understood barely a word.
“I didn’t understand a word in that book,” I told my co-worker. “Thank God,” he said. “I thought I was the only one who was baffled by it.”
Some people say your dreams help you work out problems you don’t have time to solve during the day, and that may be true for some people. But if I can’t remember my dreams, how is that so helpful?
Actually, I do remember some dreams I used to have. In them, I would appear naked in a crowd watching somebody make a speech from the back of a truck. It was very embarrassing, both for me and the crowd, and annoying to the speaker. It has kept me from going to speeches that are given from the backs of trucks, so I guess it has been useful.
