Why do we dream? What do dreams mean?
I´m suspecting its everyone´s mind, but if it’s just mine that works this way I could be in trouble.
I rarely remember my dreams, but last night’s was still there when I awoke.
Just before going to bed last night I read that it had been 40 years to the day since the first ever mobile phone call was made, changing telephony forever.
Somehow, my brain retained this little nugget, and extrapolated it to a scene where I was with my youngest daughter, she could only have been about five or so, in a boating park somewhere. I dropped my Blackberry in the water, and because it was a dream I spent hours trying to fish it back out, finally managing it with the aid of a passing trout fisherman´s net.
Daughter is 30 this year, I certainly didn’t have a mobile phone when she was five, and I´m not sure that the concept of a Blackberry* (*other smartphones are available) had even been thought of.
How did my brain relate that little journalistic snippet to the scenario above? I don’t even eat cheese, so it can’t be that.
Is it just me? Am I odd?