I have a good friend who is one of the greatest songwriters on earth. It's a crying shame that hardly anyone outside of Memphis, TN, has ever heard of him. But he and I used to play in a band together, and I would often tell him about the crazy dreams I have every night. He would just be amazed at the lucid weirdness in my dreams, and that I could remember them so vividly. He said that he dreamed of the most boring things in life, like filing or washing the dishes.
So here is my theory, and I could be wrong (but I'm not). Those lucky souls we call artists do not need to be so creative in their dreams if they are putting all their creative energy into their art. Those of us who work real jobs and seldom do anything creative, but who were actually supposed to be artists of some sort -- we are the ones who have these crazy dreams.
In Jung's view, typical dreams do exist, although he maintains that Freudian dream analysis falls into the trap of interpreting the symbols within them as fixed.
Jung places more importance on the existence of typical motifs in dreams, and their similarity to mythological motifs present across cultures.
These similarities support the idea that dreams are a phylogenetically older mode of thought, a surviving trace of the mental processes of more primitive humans. Jung draws the comparison between the figurative, non-linear way that dreams express themselves, and the "flowery turns of phrase" characteristic of many ancient languages.
First off, a dream is a type of goal, it is a goal that is not necessarily attainable. "Not necessarily attainable" - What does that mean? Something that is necessary is within the control of the dreamer. An example: When I was working at a company, one of my coworkers was a young Indian intern, he had three goals in life:
He had no dreams as I define them, he had three goals. Each goal he can attain if he so desires, and thus they are necessarily attainable. Nothing prevents him from attaining any of the goals.
So where does that leave dreams? Think to the words we stick after 'dream' - 'dream date', 'dream job', 'dream girl' and others. These are things that we don't necessarily have control over. A dream job and dream date, while we may seek and look for them, they may be forever beyond our reach; even if we do everything correctly in attempting to attain them. Thus, they are dreams.
He's also known as Morpheus, Daniel, The Sandman, The Prince of Stories, The Oneiromancer, Lord of the Sleeping Marches, Kai'Ckul, L'Zoril, Oneiros and other names. In fact he may have more names than he does friends. He is closest to his oldest sister Death, but that's not saying much. Dream has a tendency of keeping most people at arm's length, preferring polite but shallow interractions, and then he goes off alone brooding on for decades on end about how his life lacks any real depth. --Well who's fault is that? ...Sorry, was that me? Must be thinking out loud again...
Oh, and you attended his funeral. We all did. We just don't remember it. It's okay. He doesn't take it personally. Besides it's just a dream and he never really existed, right?
The role of DREAM was discovered by engineering a mouse that had its DREAM gene knocked out. Researchers were expecting the missing gene to cause heart problems and poor memory, but the tested mice showed neither of these problems. Instead, the mice had a dramatically (50 percent) lowered pain threshold and were otherwise completely normal. Notably, the mice didn't become addicted to their excess dynorphin -- they showed no reaction to opioid site blockers that completely stop its action.
DREAM and dynorphin work in the spinal cord to control pain messages, and are thus ubiquitous across all vectors of pain reception. This means that inhibition of DREAM would be able to lessen all forms of pain: acute, inflammatory, and neuropathic. Possible aid to neuropathic pain is the most exciting among these, as it is usually a cause of chronic pain that can last years. Common pain killers (Aspirin, COX-2 Inhibitors) only help inflammatory pain, and opioid pain killers (morphine, hydrocodone) are so effective that they tend to become addictive. A pain medicine that targeted DREAM would suffer from neither of these problems, and might be considered a "holy grail" of current pain research.
Once upon a time, there was only I and naught else. This was a fine state of affairs, as I could do as I pleased. I was content amusing myself so all was fine. On rare occasions I would contemplate the fact of my existence. My conclusion was it didn't matter, for I am. On other occasions I contemplated, is there another as I? No matter where I searched, I could find no other. Once I had a dream... In an instant I transformed myself. I expanded into energy and substance flung outwards at speed only I can command. My presence created space and form. I pushed myself ever outwards to allow my heat to cool and condense into spheres suspended in space. My dream contained colours and forms that would also be. These are scattered through the spheres, forms to numerous to be bothered counting, on orbs without end. My dream had an element of softness, as I considered a friend or a partner, another to engage with. I dreamed myself on one of my spheres, strong and chiseled, handsome lines filled with vitality. I dreamed of a partner softer, supple with a sparkle that engaged me, evoking new sensations within. Equally I could be the other, drawn to the handsome one's impressive countenance. My being with my new friend, brought the thought that others on my spheres, would equally be engaged, with friends and partners of their own, and so it was. The forms and beings in my dream engaged and entertained me, so I dreamt on. That is until recently. On one of the spheres, a place the locals call Earth, a generic name without panache, events have taken an unexpected turn. It's curious as Earth is one of the prettier of my sphere's, resourced and graced with numerous endowments. The artist within the alpha beings, humans they call themselves, ought be gratified by their ever shifting palette, the dance of trees in the movement of the air, the grace of a deer as it lowers it's head to feed on lush grass, the carefully swept sand of the desert as the air currents carry it on its endless journey. The bounty of rainforests, growth so rampant, it denies light egress to it's secret understory. Unsatisfied with their lot, many humans seek gratification through the exploitation of all other forms and beings on their sphere, including their peers. The ghastly acts they perpetrate upon their fellows defies expression or belief. It beggars me that they glorify such deeds, recording them as history and literature, then celebrate their memory. These beings cause me to search within myself. They are my dream, so do they express my inner workings? But no my penchant is to create and share, to express and form, to love and be loved. These qualities are manifest on this sphere, and to give credit where it is due, it's in the hearts and minds of most of the inhabitants. How is it that these allow the ugly avaristic few to rule their lives? The actions of the avaristic few have caused me to wake from my dreamy state. This displeases me as many superior beings have visited this sphere suggesting changes and more appropriate ways of conducting Earth's affairs. These have largely been ignored by the ruling cliques, to the detriment of the greater population. The concern is the greater now, given they will soon be capable of propelling themselves to other of my spheres. I can see the havoc they will create, gorging themselves on spheres the home to other of my dream beings. I will be much saddened upon that occasion. It will repeat a pattern already well established within their history. Some lessons are learned hard...
Dream (?), n. [Akin to OS. drm, D. droom, G. traum, Icel. draumr, Dan. & Sw. drom; cf. G. trugen to deceive, Skr. druh to harm, hurt, try to hurt. AS. dre�xa0;m joy, gladness, and OS. drm joy are, perh., different words; cf. Gr. noise.]
1.
The thoughts, or series of thoughts, or imaginary transactions, which occupy the mind during sleep; a sleeping vision.
Dreams are but interludes which fancy makes. Dryden.
I had a dream which was not all a dream. Byron.
2.
A visionary scheme; a wild conceit; an idle fancy; a vagary; a revery; -- in this sense, applied to an imaginary or anticipated state of happiness; as, a dream of bliss; the dream of his youth.
There sober thought pursued the amusing theme, Till Fancy colored it and formed a dream. Pope.
It is not them a mere dream, but a very real aim which they propose. J. C. Shairp.
© Webster 1913.
Dream, v. i. [imp. & p. p. Dreamed (?) or Dreamt (); p. pr. & vb. n. Dreaming.] [Cf. AS. drman, drman, to rejoice. See Dream, n.]
To have ideas or images in the mind while in the state of sleep; to experience sleeping visions; -- often with of; as, to dream of a battle, or of an absent friend.
To let the mind run on in idle revery or vagary; to anticipate vaguely as a coming and happy reality; to have a visionary notion or idea; to imagine.
Here may we sit and dream Over the heavenly theme. Keble.
They dream on in a constant course of reading, but not digesting. Locke.
Dream, v. t.
To have a dream of; to see, or have a vision of, in sleep, or in idle fancy; -- often followed by an objective clause.
Your old men shall dream dreams. Acts ii. 17.
At length in sleep their bodies they compose, And dreamt the future fight. Dryden.
And still they dream that they shall still succeed. Cowper.
To dream away, out, through, etc., to pass in revery or inaction; to spend in idle vagaries; as, to dream away an hour; to dream through life. " Why does Antony dream out his hours?"
Dryden.
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