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The importance of dreaming
I just woke up from a nap. It was a marvelous nap and it was a marvelous day for a nap, one of those gray ones, the kind where it would almost be a disgrace if you didn't take a nap. Anyways, I had a dream that I was eating at a diner in space filled with a bunch of famous people dead and alive. The only person I can specifically remember being there was Jimmy Page who ordered a hamburger. But when it arrived at his table instead of a bun there was just the patty and my bandanna. I was like "Jimmy, don't eat that! It's my bandanna!." And he just laughed and ate it anyway. That's all I remember.

I love dreaming. But I don't know if I can ever really believe that it isn't futile to interpret them. Psychologists and Freud disciples are so quick to apply paramount meaning to every single fragment of a person's life. But I mean come on, Jimmy Page eating my bandanna says nothing about a fear of committal, doesn't relate to mother issues, and isn't proof of an egotistical nature, it's just a piece of silly nonsense.

 I mean sure, I concede the fact that dreams are the works of my subconscious, and there must be something to them in relation to my life and my experiences. But they're also just fun little wisps of the imagination. I can't help but feeling that by picking apart our dreams we are somehow removing the magic from them. Dreams shouldn't be the textbook we use to delve into our higher tiered psyches, they should just be fun little journey through time and space that we can't normally take. Can't we just leave it there?

Has anyone ever gained anything from their dreams? I stopped having nightmares when I was like 8.Sometimes they are scary and uncomfortable but still not nightmares. I hardly remember my dreams, when I do they are almost always silly in nature. And though I've spent the last few paragraphs attacking the practice of dream interpretation, I really do wish I would remember more of what I dream. I have this feeling that I've spent so many years of my life dreaming, and my memory only accounts for a minuscule percentage of all of the dreams I've had. Do you think our subconscious  remember them? So every night when we enter the dreamstate we enter a different part of our brain whose memory and life is built on the history of the dreaming? I hope that is the case, I wouldn't like my brain to just have lost all those nights.
There was a wonderful remark someone made once -- I think it was Wittgenstein -- to the effect that if there is really a dream language, we should be able not only to translate from the dream language into our everyday life, but also to translante back.

I have often since wondered about this.

As someone who also appreciates the pristine joy of the occasional nap, I'd still say that in my experience, dreams aren't at all futile and are more often than not quite meaningful. But you have to know what to do with them. It's a bit like trying to read emotions. Say you walk into a place you're interviewing for a new job, and a certain feeling floats back to you of the traumas of seventh grade gym class. Maybe it's something simple -- this building uses the same kind of floor cleaner that your junior high gym used, and you've never forgotten the smell. But maybe it's something more complicated -- as you stood there watching people walk through the lobby on their way to work, you felt a certain lack of energy and a certain monolithic formality. And both of these are useful things to have recognized.

About the bandanna -- Do you feel for instance that somebody else recently got something which is yours, or was due to you? Are you under pressure to do something fabulous but not sure when the rewards will come? Are you avoiding hamburgers and upset that everybody else gets to eat them?

The body, and the emotions, don't necessarily communicate by means of reasoned arguments, but there's always a response to something. At times when I go to bed amidst a nebulous mass of strong emotion which I can't quite settle down and can't quite understand, an image or situation will float by in a dream which allows me to pinpoint what I'm really feeling and why. It's like a very creative friend is there to listen to you mope or worry and say "Remember the time you carried the ice cream all the way home to share it and your friend wasn't allowed to eat it? It's like that." Sometimes, of course, the friend gets carried away with her own beautiful images, and you have to know where to draw the line in your interpretations. "Which reminds me, speaking of ice cream..."
I recently experienced a fantastic nap as well.
I don't remember what i was dreaming about, but whatever it was, i must of enjoyed it because i woke up elated and remained in a good mood for the rest of the day.
I often wish i could remember more of my dreams too.
but I think the mystery adds to the experience. 
I dreamt that I could write. I caught my story in the middle of my dream, and for a moment I knew how it would start. I even knew how and where I could use a writing technique I heard about from a professional, and most importantly, I knew what I wanted to say.
Then, when I woke up, it all became unclear, and I feared that the physical effort of getting up to write it down will be the final act of burying it all definitively in my subconscious. So I stayed in bed, forgetting the dream, but holding on to the feeling that I can.
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