Don’t you always wonder what your dreams meant? I’m not taking about I-want-to-be-a-basketball-player type dream but the kind of dreams that you see in your head when you sleep. Don’t you just say to yourself, “what was that?” after you’ve dreamed about something? Whether it’s a good dream or a bad dream, we are always left with a sense of amazement and mystery. Now, I’ve never been a big dream guy. I don’t dream a lot in my sleep but lately I’ve been having quite a lot. I find it both fun and interesting when I think about how diverse and random my dreams are.
Is there a way to interpret dreams? Well, yes and no. I remember back in college I had this one class that discussed the possibility of understanding dreams. I can’t really recall but I think it was my Counseling class. Anyway, I specifically remember the teacher giving us handouts that contained pointers how to break down a dream. Some of them included a few things like: were there people? Were the images blurry or did you see them as you would see them if you were awake? What other elements were there? Was it in first person or a third person point of view? Supposedly answers to these questions would mean a better understanding of a person’s dream.
Now of course they were just pointers how to possibly understand a dream, but you can’t really know all there is to know. Dreams can mean different things for different people. Some of the things to consider are – maybe you are going through some trial, maybe it’s a recurring thing that you’ve always put off but now comes in a form of a dream, maybe it’s a premonition of the future, but then again maybe it’s simply just a meaningless dream. As humans we can’t really know for sure. If there was one guy who knew exactly what his dreams were it’s probably Joseph from the Bible aka Joseph The Dreamer. That guy was spot on about his predictions of the future.
So below are three of my dreams from previous nights. I’ve tried to decipher them but more than anything I just find it really interesting and funny.
My first dream started out strangely good then it quickly became weird. I was in a hotel room and I sort of knew where I was exactly. I think I was in a Shangri-La hotel and in a room where my family used to stay in when we’d have a vacation. But in this dream, I was alone with a girl. She’s an American actress though she’s not that famous; not famous to the point I don’t even recall her name. She wore a loose white see-through shirt the kind you can see what color of bra the girl was wearing. She had sort of a punk/emo vibe with her complete with eyeliner and weird highlights in her blonde hair. We seemed to know each other pretty well because out of nowhere we started making out. In my mind while we were kissing was “Who are you?” I kept asking that question kiss after kiss. Then she started to bend down and she was about to open my fly when I realized what was happening or at least I knew what was about to happen next. It felt weird because I felt like I was cheating on my wife. The whole thing felt awkwardly wrong. It’s double weird because I don’t even have a wife. Anyway, before anything else can happen I decided to wake up. It was such a relief to wake up because I didn’t want to sleep with her. I remember a line from a Flight of the Conchords song – Just because you’ve been exploring my mouth doesn’t mean you get to take an expedition for the south! Hilarious song. Anyway, all I can think about was her face and who exactly was she. I mean, if it was a known celebrity and one my celebrity crushes things could have ended differently. But no, it was some random actress who’s not even famous yet. It could have been Emma Watson but no. Damn it.
The next night I had another dream. In this dream I was in a basketball court. The setting was in an American type gymnasium and the closest thing resembling to the place is probably a scene from High School Musical. Terrific. Even though I couldn’t see how much time left was on the clock I just knew time was running out and our team had to make the next bucket. Our coach was on the sidelines and he wasn’t on a typical bench, surprisingly he was on a chair and had a table in front of him. It was like he was at the scorer’s table with the statistician on his right and nobody else was with him, no bench players or whoever. I still remember his face. He’s the coach who won the NCAA championship in the States just this previous March. Of course in the dream I could care less as to how or why he was the coach all I knew is that I couldn’t let him down.
So there we were, seconds away from a win or an agonizing defeat. I clearly saw what type of jerseys my teammates and I were wearing. We were wearing white so obviously we were the home team with blue-patched numbers placed on our backs. They had no names, just the colors blue and white. The play was for me to take the last shot. The plan was to come off a series of screens for me to get the ball and then try to make a play out of it.
The referee blows the whistle and the play begins. We were five on the court as the ball was about to be inbounded and I was supposed to loose my defender by going through my teammates. I get an opening by curling through a screen and my teammate passed me the rock. Surprisingly, the ball moved in slow motion as though I could see the lines of the ball coming closer and closer into me. I get the ball and I started driving to the hoop. Then all of a sudden I realize there weren’t five defenders on the floor, but there was just two: a boy and a girl. I had the girl defending me and she had this short and extremely straight black hair and she was up on my grill harassing me to not get to the rim. I stopped my dribble and tried to pull up for a jump shot. Right then and there it dawned on me that something was terribly wrong. You see, the fundamentals of shooting a jump shot was you aim and shoot the ball with your dominant hand and used the other hand as support. I shot the ball with two hands. Great. I released the ball and saw my two arms stretch out and I knew immediately this shot had a .0001% of getting in. I just knew man. I shot it from the right baseline and my shot veered off way to the left. I missed the rim by a parking lot. Like I could have hit a cheerleader on the sideline with the way I shot the ball. The buzzer sounded and of course we lost the game. I remember going to my coach and he had his face flat on the table and when I came over he had this utmost disgust in his face. He had the “you let me down” look. Then I woke up. You know the first thing I thought after the feeling of losing? The play started out with 4 of my teammates and myself on the court plus another person inbounding the ball. So that’s 6 people in the play for my team against TWO people: a dimwit boy and a girl with a stupid hair and I lost the game. Nice.
Dream number three was short and somewhat a bit clearer than the previous two. In this dream, I was walking along Katipunan probably in front of Prince David or just in front of 7/11 something like that. I was walking towards the store (moving away from Ateneo just to be clear where I was headed) when I saw my highschool classmate AJ. I vaguely see him and he was wearing a white shirt wearing an ID with a red lanyard. Possibly a work uniform? I don’t know. Then just when I was about to say hi, I hear someone calling my name. As I turn, I see another classmate, Matt, which was odd since he now lived in Las Vegas. To make things even weirder, I see him wearing the same get up as AJ. And so we all meet up in the sidewalk and begin to talk about random stuff. All the while I had a feeling I was supposed to have a serious conversation with Matt. I don’t know what exactly what were going to talk about but I sort of knew we were bound to have a discussion on something. Weird. And then the dream ended just like that.
Again, I’m no big dream guy and I don’t know what these dreams meant. Maybe I’m going to hook up with a celebrity (Emma Watson please), miss a game winning shot (Please no), or meet with my classmates (which is more likely). In any case, I don’t want to put too much meaning on my dreams. Maybe they’re just there for amusement and well, something to write about.