Do you listen?

No Way Back Wednesday today because TKW has decided to take a little vacation. The nerve. I swear.

So, I'm left to my own devices today, which, by the way, is never a good thing. Or maybe it is. Because I'm resisting talking about the "right now", I decided to do my own way back wednesday of sorts, and break out the old journals. This one focuses on dreams. Not the kind that you actually want for yourself, though. The kind that happen late at night when you're fast asleep.

11/8/1996 (holy fuck...ten years ago)

Watched the X-Files last night and Scully reminded Mulder of something he always used to say -Dreams are the answers to questions we have not yet learned to ask.-

And that reminded me of what I used to believe and why I started recording my damn dreams in the first place.-To find their meaning or at least their significance in my life. My dreams are vivid. Strong. They stay with me, sometimes for years. I still remember the dreams I had as a child.

It also made me wonder if dreams are the answers to questions we're too afraid or ashamed to ask. Maybe dreams are admissions to ourselves, of things we wouldn't or couldn't dare admit to while awake. I think that to some extent, they are truths about who we really are and what we really want. Basic desire and need. The raw essentials. I think one of the main reasons people don't believe in their dreams is because they tend to analyze. What they need to do is listen. Listen to what they're telling you. About yourself. About others. When we analyze, sometimes our dreams don't seem to have anything to do with the person that we think we are. But, when you actually listen to what your dreams are telling you, often times, you find out that you're NOT the person that you think you are.

Scully and Mulder. Damn.