I am finding that answering these daily prompts the second time around, is slightly boring. It was hard enough the first time to answer some of them. My new iPhone has a journaling app, which I just discovered this morning, and it comes with journaling suggestions, like prompts, to help facilitate daily writing.
Today’s suggestion was to write about a dream that I actually could remember after I woke up, and the significance of it.
I do dream often, although less when I take Magnesium at night, thankfully. After a decade or so of nightmares in my twenties about an ex-boyfriend, I had decided that I really dislike dreaming.
To me, dreams hold no significance whatsoever. When I asked the Psychiatrist I worked with in the early 2000’s, what he thought dreams were meant for, he said there’s a theory that it’s the minds way of processing the “garbage” it wants to get rid of.
So I sort of adopted this garbage theory too, and easily so, as I had never really had good dreams. Maybe I don’t remember dreams because I don’t want to? I don’t know. But I know that the dreams I do remember most, are the ones where I’m falling down stairs.
All throughout my childhood, I dreamt of falling down stairs. I attributed this to growing up in a house without stairs, a one-level home. And actually, the school I went to from grade one to grade nine also had no stairs in it.
Stairs were not familiar to me. I didn’t spend a lot of time on stairs.
To this day I feel very awkward walking down a set of stairs, worried about falling. So at work I take the elevator if I need to go down. Even if it’s just one floor. I’ll gladly take the stairs up, but I take the elevator down.
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