I was fairly lazy about journaling my dreams last year. Real life was pretty fraught with COVID-19 and not aging terribly well. Dreaming felt like a luxury even though I persisted in having them. Even without keeping notes, however, I could still notice certain consistent themes. For example, they mostly consisted of dreams involving current events ( Read more... )

My subconscious isn't stupid; it's very clever at manipulating symbols and processing information in the most efficient way possible by piling them on top of one another in order to complete a sleep cycle. This morning's dream begins at Wesleyan in the midst of a huge event of some sort. It could be Commencement weekend; it could be Reunion; in ( Read more... )