I often wonder why we dream. Is it our subconscious? Memories? Repressions? What about desires? Do we dream only as a side effect of the electric impulses in our brains? It is altogether a fascinating subject. Markus has read a book on why we sleep, but why do we dream?
It gets more interesting when we talk about bad dreams. Nightmares. Sometimes I can have five nightmares on the same evening and remember them all. Talk about an adventure.
My saving grace is my occasional lucid dreaming. In the middle of running from zombies or while facing a tsunami, I would remember that, “Oh, I am just dreaming and there is nothing to worry about.”
This awareness also allows me to suddenly perform parkour in my dreams to hasten an escape or have super powers to fight any bad guys. I just think, “Well, I could do this since I can dream my dream.”
However, there are times when things go, well, wrong. Along the lines of I-am-literally-dead wrong. As in real life, the times I died from my dreams came from surprises, a consequence of the unexpected.
Like that time I died in my dream while riding a bus and a mass shooter just identified himself like the reveal from a Masked Singer episode, except no one was clapping and we all got smoked (I died from two bullets on the side of my body, hitting my right lung, and yes, I felt the pressure on my side body in my dream before I blacked out).
Another time, which was fairly recent, I was hanging out with my Swede bestie and a bunch of people somewhere tropical and this rocket piece from China was coming straight for us, clearly visible from the sky (I did not feel anything, things just went dark).
I do not know where these dreams come from or why. Have you ever died in your dreams? I often wonder what if the me in these dreams is me in other universes and I just watched myself die in that reality. Crazy, isn’t it?