Yet another blog on dreams...Yawn, yawn....

The ancients saw clairvoyant predictive value, Freud saw wish fulfillment, modern neuroscience---processing, storing and consolidation of memories. Look at Spanish cave art, and earlier woman saw hunted animals, and hubbies with those sexy large hands. But I digress. As I continue to evolve away from the chains of childhood traumata, thanks to my hot and brilliant Dr. M, and the art is long, believe me folks, my own dreams seem to be changing. Actually it sort of fits with the four theories as above. Fewer recalled episodes, yet what remain are much more intense. And there's more. As with the one a few weeks ago, where I actually FELT most sensations of being high, VERY high. Only wet dreams, VERY wet, seemed more experienced in the life. This morning, as I dreamed of an old GF, a lovely, decent lady, to whom I was a total crumb, whose new BF and I were inspecting water craft, I was impressed with how decent a (mid Eastern) fellow he was. When Ms. C. returned to the docks, with (real) tears in my eyes, I told her how happy I was for her new life, with such a nice man. But in the really striking part of the reverie, while looking at sails with this fine older man, we got to chatting about the political situation in Iran/Iraq. What wasn't striking was how lucid were his thoughts here. But that it all exactly dovetailed with a morning radio program on short wave, for a short guy, VERY short, which was all COMPLETELTY news to me, until the dream a few hours earlier. And his analysis was spot on, as HE, CC and Red would say. Sure, lots of alternative explanations, similar to those for deja and jamais vue phenomena. Starting to doubt such, though.. Bravo agrees. Grasping for the sacred I Ching. Ever onward, through the fog.