The Quest for an Explanation of Dreaming

Where does the mind go when we space out in class? Or when we daydream? Do we simply just go to sleep with out eyes open? Surely not, for our minds seem to move too quickly. Maybe we just drift into an alternate universe? No that's far too science fiction. I must say, this question confounds me. I've been thinking about it all day and I can't seem to find a logical answer.

"I think simply think with our subconscious. We begin thinking without really thinking," was the opinion of one of my friends. This doesn't seem like a satisfying answer...I think it leaves too many holes, physically and emotionally.

So what is the answer? I don't know. I suppose my opinion is that we actually enter the vast complexity that is our own subconcious. I think our minbds are so advanced that when we are thinkning with out own wit and conciously thinking about what goes through our minds, we're only accessing a part of the intelect and potential we have in our minds.

I've always wondered why it is that we sometimes forget what we have dreamed about. Maybe it's because we've seen things that are yet to come, or we've dreamt about major questions to life that go unanswered (such as just how far does the universe extend?) that God doesn't want us to know yet. Maybe we've thought thoughts while we dream that are just so advanced that we'd explode if we conciously thought about them!

...well that may be a bit extreme. But fact of the matter is, sub-conciousness and dreams continue to bewilder me.

I once had a dream that I was playing basketball on the moon with Pocahontas. How does that happen? How is that relevant to anything? It has to mean something. What does it mean? Well I have absolutely no idea. Pocahontas playing basketball on the moon...yeah good luck to whoever tries to figure THAT one out.

Another time, I had a dream that my subdivison was trapped by a dome that made it look like we were at the center of the sun, yet it wasn't any hotter than normal. I met a boy named Jeremiah who took me on a walk to the back of the subdivison. In place of all the houses was a forest. As we walked over a small bridge that led to a clearing in which Tumnis from Narnia started chucking daggers at us. ...what? And then a Sweedish Samuri army came to fight him off. Where am I getting this from? I'm not making this up, I swear! I must have had the most creeped out expression on my face as I slept.

The one dream that will ALWAYS stick with me, however, is one I had when I was maybe 8 or 9. I dreamt that robbers broke into my dad's house. They were after me. And instead of fighting for me, like I expected, and like I KNOW he would do in reality, he allowed them to take me. He waved as they carried me off! And right as I screamed, "Daddy" I woke up. Never going to forget that one. It was awful. You know how when you dream something that if you just randomly thought about during the day, it wouldn't seem like that big of a deal, but somehow is magnified and made 100 times worse in your dreams at night? That's what it was like. I woke up thinking, "wow that bothered me a lot more than it should have."

I know it may sound weird, but I have a weird dream EVERY night. I usually remember them, and could probably fill a book with the odd dreams I've had. (and I'm not "on something" I swear it) I don't know why I have the all the time. It's so strange and I want to know why.

I must discover where dreams come from. I must know where I'm getting all of this. I'll figure it out. Hopefully...

Until then, I guess I'll just keep dreaming abnormal dreams and spacing out in class.