The Progression of Dreaming
I've never been a massive believer in dream meanings (such as in dream dictionaries, where the same item symbolizes something for everyone), but I do know from experience that personal emotion tends to bring itself out in dreams. I've been lately (since the breakup with Jim) noticed an arc of dreams that quite pleases me.
Right after the breakup, the dreams I could remember all dealt with (a) being together and happy with him or (b) trying to get back together with him.
After a bit of healing time, the dreaming shifted slightly to moderately more abstract material. For example, one involved being at a huge party given by one of his friends, and me alternately searching for him and trying to avoid finding him.
More recently, they've taken another turn. A week or so ago, I had a dream about being all saucy and seriously flirty with some other guy I fancied, and eventually getting together with him.
Last night was peculiar, though - I dreamed that Jim and I had gone to a sportsman park kind of thing (we'd been fishing, but there was also a saltwater beach there), and I got lost on the way back to the car and he left without me. His phone was almost out of battery so we kept having really short abrupt conversations about where he would pick me up. I remember, a bit before waking up, thinking something to the effect of "fuck it, he's never getting here, I'm calling someone else to come get me."
Which I guess is good? Still felt a little depressed at the end, though.
Right after the breakup, the dreams I could remember all dealt with (a) being together and happy with him or (b) trying to get back together with him.
After a bit of healing time, the dreaming shifted slightly to moderately more abstract material. For example, one involved being at a huge party given by one of his friends, and me alternately searching for him and trying to avoid finding him.
More recently, they've taken another turn. A week or so ago, I had a dream about being all saucy and seriously flirty with some other guy I fancied, and eventually getting together with him.
Last night was peculiar, though - I dreamed that Jim and I had gone to a sportsman park kind of thing (we'd been fishing, but there was also a saltwater beach there), and I got lost on the way back to the car and he left without me. His phone was almost out of battery so we kept having really short abrupt conversations about where he would pick me up. I remember, a bit before waking up, thinking something to the effect of "fuck it, he's never getting here, I'm calling someone else to come get me."
Which I guess is good? Still felt a little depressed at the end, though.