A New Type Of Dream?
I had a very odd occurence in my dreams last night. Usually, if I can recall them, my dreams have to do only with things I see or do, not what I read. Often it is a ridiculous mash-up of my visual intake from the last day or two. The strange thing about last night’s dream was that it related to the book I have been reading, Steinbeck’s The Grapes of Wrath. If you are unaware of the story, it follows a family from Oklahoma as they move west to California looking for work during the Great Depression. I had just reached the point in the novel where the family was getting very close to California but were starting to hear that the work they so desperately sought was not there. My dream picked up at this point as they tried to start their new life. The more I read the book, the surer I was it was going to end tragically and with that in mind, my subconscious produced a much happier (though far less realistic) version. To my delight, work was found instantly and the Joad family survived and thrived…sadly the book itself isn’t working out the same.
The point here has nothing to do with the dream itself, it was quite boring, the point is where the content for my dreams are coming from. As someone who usually requires a lot of visual stimulation, this was a strange occurence. I can only hope that my increase in reading will continue to stimulate my brain in both the conscious and subconscious.
