I think what can I write for NaBloPo Mo daily. I must admit nothing concrete comes to mind. So I did the obvious,I asked my daughter, she gave me some suggestion. I have momentarily shelved it. Last night after the discussion I went to bed.
I had a disturbing dream. I could not figure out why I would have such a dream. I read Freud’s theory of dreams. He calls dreams those poems we tell ourselves at night in order to experience our unconscious wishes.
Many literary minds are obsessed with dreams.Samuel Coleridge wanted to write a book about dreams.Edgar Allan Poe knew dreams fed his literature,he pushed himself to dream “dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before”.
Matt Wilson thinks dreams sort through memories which to retain which to lose.
Hartmann focuses on emotional learning that happens in dreams.He says dreaming puts our difficult emotions into pictures.
Others argue dreams have no meaning at all.They are random firings of a brain that doesn’t happen to be conscious at that time.
I read the views of all these people,I am not satisfied. I am thinking there must be a reason why I had that disturbing dream!