Keith (named changed to protect the guilty) was an odd friend of mine that I used to know in Charlotte. He was esoteric. One day we were talking about dreams and he said, “You know something weird? I think for guys we dream seven years in the past.”
“If a guy dreams about something other than sex, it’s usually something that happened seven years ago.”
“Dude. You have lost it.”
Now the conversation descended into barbed insults on my capabilities to dream about something other than women. But I digress.
You know, I think Keith was on to something. I think he is right in a way. First, I believe he was on to something about the differences between men and women in the way we dream. Then, he might have been right in the delay. I seem to be dreaming of babies, and not in a generic way. As in my kids, when they were that little. I do not think this is something like sub-conscious baby lust either. Recently, I had a dream and I did not see the baby, but I called my wife on my cell phone to talk to her about bringing home diapers, which morphed into some odd dream about getting lost on the way to the grocery store.
I have been pondering dreams lately. Sometimes I have a lucid dream. Now before you can say “wow that sounds kind of cool,” I can assure you that it is a bit frightening. It feels like an unnatural state, and when one wakes up, it is confusing, especially if I am home alone. Indeed, one of the benefits of marriage is awaking suddenly from a bad dream, and finding comfort in the quiet, sleeping form of your spouse.
I wonder sometimes, that we, as a society, focus on the visceral and things we can touch. What if real exploration happens behind the eyes when sleeping? Is setting foot on Mars the ultimate goal for my generation, or does our exploratory path lie inward?