An interesting report from Psychology Today suggests that your dreams are a night school of sorts which are busy equipping you for the perils of life.
I remember my dreams a few nights a week, and I never record them for posterity. My anecdotal evidence agrees with the hypothesis of dreams as a training ground for dealing with the challenges we all face. When I have faced an unexpected trial or trauma, I inevitably dream about it afterward.

I also concur with the notion that horror/frightening movies offer "false positives" for the dream-education data bank. Thanks to a questionable decision by my parents some 30 years ago, I watched the mid-70s remake of King Kong. The vivid nightmare that followed many times since had little to do with what I now recognize as poor script-writing and outdated special effects. The dream was in technicolor reality back then and is as vivid to me today as it was when I was a child. Suffice it to say, if I am ever pursued by a giant primate, I will be on the lookout for two indistinguishable people having tea under a yellow outdoor umbrella (ella ella ella eh eh eh). I will narrowly escape, and alas those two poor souls will not.
However, I'm not on board with the "running from the sabre-tooth tiger" hypothesis. I think we're all born with the same nature that is inclined to fight or flight, fear and fright. God has blessed us with a mechanism to cope, deal, and adapt with the tribulations we face throughout life.
I also suspect there exists within all of us a spiritual element of dreams that went unadressed in this study. The Bible records that God periodically spoke prophetically to people like Joseph, Daniel, and John (the apostle) in dreams. Acts 2:17 records the promise that in the last days, God's people will regularly dream dreams and have visions.
I personally happen to fit in the 1 Corinthians 13:12 classification. I have not dreamed of heaven, but I often find myself trying to comprehend that which I only apprehend. I read of the promises of heaven with great expectation and anticipation, quite sure my most creative imaginations can scarcely approach its indescribable reality.
I marvel at the amount of sleep necessary to propel us each through night. At least now when I have my increasingly regular pre-dinner power nap, I can explain it by "boning up with a cram session on crisis management." That aside, our rechargeable batteries run low so quickly and reliably, requiring an amazingly time-consuming commitment to replenish. In this, my imagination is even more overwhelmed, at the heavenly eventuality that the life that follows this one will be absent of sleep as well as of dreams.
For a REM-like tangent, following the jump, here's an I-tunes snapshot of my "dream" playlist:
Let's see what the psychologists can make of all this.
January 7, 2008 8:23 AM | TrackBack