It used to be that I was interested in keeping a dream journal and working out interpretations on a regular basis, but I lost the motivation after some time. Now I really just enjoy any time I remember a dream.
I find it fascinating to consider what happened and who was involved. Generally speaking, I can make some connections to my own life on the plot lines. The people, on the other hand, simply intrigue me. They say that we can only dream of people we've seen - whether in passing, personally, or in some sort of media.
It's interesting to me, then, when I dream of being engaged to a person I recognize but do not know, or when a person I know in depth is present and our interaction in my dream is not at all how we interact in reality. Last night was one of the former and the plot was overwhelmingly influenced by the *Divergent books I finished recently.
(*Sidenote: I would not recommend these books to anybody. Good story but subpar writing.)
The friend and I made our way into the city from camp we had been at. Along the way we enjoyed each other's friendship and care for one another simply by being present for one another. It was in no way romantic, but the affection was a bit above how it is in real life. In the past when this happened I felt weird around whomever was showcased - even if the level of affection was at a hug - but this time it made me just consider how much I appreciate that friend of mine.
Dreams, to me, indicate that the mind and imagination are still active. And I find this to be valuable. I hope to never stop dreaming. - And while I may have slept far longer than I intended, I am happy that it comes with a new level of appreciation for a friend in my life.
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