Wanting the hand of Morpheus, among others
Joan, an officemate, related her interesting dream of waters frozen at one side, unfrozen yet still on the other. In the midst where she was walking, was an embankment. I turn green with envy. She is one of those lucky people who have an active dream life, or well, according to her, recently activated dream life.
I, on the other hand never seem to have dreams. Waking dreams, rather. Those that I can remember. Some people dream wildly, viciously and violently at times. Some sweet and fleeting. Some weird and bothering. Mostly interesting.
In certain cultures, dreams are a way of the dead connecting to you, telling you a message. Some say dreams have interpretations and meanings. Some people even argue whether there are colors in dreams. I envy them.
I don’t dream. Or rather, have no memory of having had a dream for the longest time. Well, as Magi said, most nights we’re too drunk to remember our dreams.
There is another thing that caught my interest and envy again! during the week that we were talking about dreams -- signs. I don’t get signs of St. Therese -- two of my officemates (Joan is one of them) get signs! Well, one point is, because I’m not even a practicing Catholic, how can I get divine intervention in the Catholic sense? But what about all the other interventions? Supernatural?
One time, Dad, Mamang, Kigao and I went to a place where they heal people and can tell whether the supernatural is being used to get back at you because of envy, revenge and the like. They call that “may tama” - or "you have a mark" - sorry for the poor translation. They make you hold out your hand and check if the length of your pinky fingers are the same. The three of them have one of their pinky smaller than the other one. “May tama” sila!
Wanting to get in the excitement, I held out my hand. The healer-shaman looked at my hands, then at me. I looked back hopeful for something, anything from someone with a connection to the supernatural. She said: “wala.” Nothing. Meaning I guess that I’m fine.
And boring.
I, on the other hand never seem to have dreams. Waking dreams, rather. Those that I can remember. Some people dream wildly, viciously and violently at times. Some sweet and fleeting. Some weird and bothering. Mostly interesting.
In certain cultures, dreams are a way of the dead connecting to you, telling you a message. Some say dreams have interpretations and meanings. Some people even argue whether there are colors in dreams. I envy them.
I don’t dream. Or rather, have no memory of having had a dream for the longest time. Well, as Magi said, most nights we’re too drunk to remember our dreams.
There is another thing that caught my interest and envy again! during the week that we were talking about dreams -- signs. I don’t get signs of St. Therese -- two of my officemates (Joan is one of them) get signs! Well, one point is, because I’m not even a practicing Catholic, how can I get divine intervention in the Catholic sense? But what about all the other interventions? Supernatural?
One time, Dad, Mamang, Kigao and I went to a place where they heal people and can tell whether the supernatural is being used to get back at you because of envy, revenge and the like. They call that “may tama” - or "you have a mark" - sorry for the poor translation. They make you hold out your hand and check if the length of your pinky fingers are the same. The three of them have one of their pinky smaller than the other one. “May tama” sila!
Wanting to get in the excitement, I held out my hand. The healer-shaman looked at my hands, then at me. I looked back hopeful for something, anything from someone with a connection to the supernatural. She said: “wala.” Nothing. Meaning I guess that I’m fine.
And boring.
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However, when I was in college, one of my Psych teachers taught me this technique so I would be able to remember a dream: Before you go to sleep, will yourself to remember your dream. I did this by repeating to myself "I will remember my dream. I will remember my dream..." until I fell asleep... and I did remember! The moment I woke up I grabbed the pen and paper I placed near my bed and wrote every single detail of my dream. I even remembered that I dreamt in color :)
I think that particular week I tried the technique twice and it worked both times. :) Subukan mo and tell me if it works for you. Haven't tried it since then though. I guess I'm not that interested in remembering dreams anymore. I do use the technique for other things though like willing myself to wake up at a certain time of day. Works most of the time but willing myself to get out of bed is entirely a different matter.
Now, if I can only use that technique to lose weight while sleeping...