Little images that flit around your brain the dead of the night rarely make much sense once you wake up and find that your fantasy had just become reality. Just last night I had a dream that I was in the cave from Tom Sawyer, running away from Mr.Rayher accompanied by someone who seemed to change in appearance every time I looked back at them.
Dreams are a way for your mind to explore its deepest depths without having to climb over all the walls you have built in your own head. For instance, my old house in Palo Alto shows up in many of dreams, and so do the old friends I had there, though I rarely ever think about them while I'm awake.
In the end, dreams are what we make of them.
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