ISU Bengal

Issue date: 2/2/05 Section: Life

Every person has specific interests and certain motivations that draw their attention toward daily activities outside the classroom environment. My interests, other than a college education, just happens to focus on deciphering dreams. When I'm asked by other classmates the reasons behind my motivation, of course, my favorite answer is to describe how I first started interpreting dreams.

I'd stumble out of bed, do my morning ritual, and head towards the kitchen to consume cups of hot, steamy coffee.  My groggy thoughts were always crowded with lingering images of my most recent dream. I'd grab a writing tablet and scribble the images, at least, the ones I'd remember before they disappeared. Over time, I'd started to wonder why certain dreams focused on daily tension, why others were illusive with confusing content that made no sense, or why others had images that were very vivid and lingered throughout the day. 

Of course, my natural curiosity lead me to read a number of books on dream interpretation. I've read Sigmund Freud's and Carl Jung's theories and other books by celebrity authors, unknown writers, and different publications. While gathering the courage to approach the Bengal's editor to write a column about student's dreams, I mentioned  how I was still learning to interpret dreams. This column isn't intended to replace professional therapy, but to help students recognize an importance to remembering dreams. It's also fun, and interesting to hear someone confess that they've had an unusual dream.



Dear Wanda:

My life is very stressful. I recently filed for divorce, and wasn't sleeping good enough to even have any dreams. I was very confused and extremely unhappy. The last thing I thought would ever happen was meeting someone else. However, my lack of sleep, daily tension, and loss of appetite convinced me to head for Lava Hot Springs for a leisurely soak to help me relax. As I leaned against the side of the hot tubs, I noticed a strange man wading through the water towards me and my son's standing location. At first, I was terrible intimidated and very hesitant about meeting anyone new. His unfamiliar accent provoked a conversation, and he revealed he was a New Zealand truck driver passing through Idaho.

As my new romance progressed I began dreaming about being on a colorful, tropical island, while celebrating an illusive event. My dream included a sense of releasing tension, a growling, hungry stomach, a smorgasbord of food,  and groups of unfamiliar people,  a cool breeze blowing against my skin, and a dark, long haired woman standing in the distant background staring at the party of invited guests.  I began to wonder what this dream really meant. After all, this guy had invited me to travel to New Zealand to meet his family someday.

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