This morning my brain feels foggy. I had a night of strange dreams. Some of which I still remember — others fading with each sip of my morning coffee.
The experts say we all dream every night unless we do not make it into the proper sleep stage. But remembering dreams is a different thing. I usually do not remember dreams unless I am startled awake by some outside source.
I woke up early this morning. I was dreaming something. I cannot recall what, but I know it was unsettling. My heart was racing. Maybe I was having a heart attack. (I ruled that out since I am here writing this blog. I am sure the dream had me in a fervor.) I decided to get up and go to the bathroom. I checked my phone. 3:45 am. Yikes – that’s early. I drank some water then back to bed.
I continued to dream throughout the rest of the night. I can remember one dream in particular and I wonder why it is lingering. I know some people believe our dreams are meaningful. Maybe they are, or maybe they are just our way of working through problems or conflicts. It is odd to me when I dream of something, like this, which comes from the deep recesses of my past and something that never crosses my conscious mind.
The dream fog is clearing now. Another cup of coffee might just shake it from my conscious mind.
Something I read suggested that if we are not actively creating new memories, the mind will drift to the past. But isn’t everything we do creating a memory of some kind?
I think some of the dreams were related to what I was watching on tv before I went to sleep, Maybe I should try some meditation to clear my mind before going to sleep.