Dreams

Dreams are supposedly the subconscious purging itself of excess information... but I ust find them strange.  I actually don't like remembering my dreams.  I had a particularly strange one last night, and it's left me a bit... hmm.  Well, I sneer as I write this, so maybe upset is a good word to fill in this particular blank.

I used to have this recurring dream in my childhood where I was at the daycare center I used to go to when my family lived in Alaska.  I would be sitting on the streetlamp of the abandoned area and repeatedly, throughout the night, fall off the light and right before I hit the ground I would be on top of the light again and falling.  All. Night. Long.  It only kindled the fear I had of heights and ti be subjected to this night after night....

I used to have another dream where my mother would be killed by a stampede much like Mufasa was in The Lion King.  That was the only dream of my childhood that  I actually went o my mother's room in teas for.

I used to have a lot of dreams where I was running from people, usually white men, and just couldn't run fast enough to get away.  I always woke up before anything physical happened though.

And now I mostly have hodgepodge dreams.  I remember snatches of them, but it's nothing worth recording, or so I believe.

I do, however, sometimes have dreams that are premonitions.  Those are always interesting.  One of them recently came to pass, and it was weeks before I remembered it.  In dreams like these, I really wonder how much is actual foresight, and how much is self-fulfilling prophecy.  I feel that recently my belief in the supernatural has waned.