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I had a dream last night. Well, at this point I’m not sure if it was a dream or a nightmare because I really didn’t like who I was in that dream. I’m pretty sure we’ve all experienced the different situations around dreams. I mean, sometimes we remember them loud and clear, other times we just have a vague idea of what happened, and then we have the times when we know we had a dream, but we don’t remember anything about it.
I decided to share this with you today because this is the first time I’ve had a dream where I’m the bad guy. I’ve always believed dreams are our way of entertaining ourselves while we sleep. I think our minds are so powerful that even when we sleep, they have the amazing capacity to keep us busy. So, we have these dreams that are like mini movies where we’re either the main character or the spectators.
Dreams are fascinating in the same way our thoughts are—we don’t have any control over them. But they differ from thoughts because although we can become more aware of our thoughts through mindfulness, we still don’t become more aware of our dreams. It doesn’t matter how much we practice meditation and mindfulness; our dreams remain wild and out of our control. Let me share with you what I remember from my dream last night.
I was in this huge apartment. It was very traditional, with lots of brown furniture (which I don’t like in real life.) The ambience was classy but kind of sober. The apartment had many bookcases completely filled with books. It looked like those apartments you see in suspenseful movies where you never know what’s going to happen next. The apartment was mine (although it looks nothing like my actual apartment), and I was as dark as the ambience. I invited a couple of friends over, and when they got there, I closed the door and told them they weren’t allowed to leave. I was mean and cold. I started giving them books, and I forced them to read the books from start to finish without any rest in between. I was acting completely out of control, and they were obviously scared of me. They were plotting a way to leave the apartment without me noticing. Looking at my dream from my conscious perspective, I can’t tell you what my intention behind that situation was. I don’t have any idea why I had that dream. It didn’t even have a clear end (as dreams often don’t). I was simply being really mean, but my purpose wasn’t clear to me.
Now, the most interesting thing about this dream was my attitude right after I woke up. No, I wasn’t mean to my boyfriend, if that was your first thought. I simply tried with all my soul to change the dream so I could feel better about myself. For two minutes, I tried to convince myself that the mean person was someone else. I finally let that go and confronted the “reality.” It was me. I was a mean person in my dream. I didn’t like what I saw, but it was only a dream. It doesn’t mean I have hidden desires to become a mean or a bad person. I don’t know why we dream what we dream. All I know is I watched a weird movie right before bed, and my mind probably decided to play with that scenario.
It’s a bummer that I can’t say anymore that I’m not even a bad person in my dreams, but I guess there’s a first time for everything. I have mentioned this before, and I will keep saying it: we’ve all been bad people in someone else’s perspective. We can’t control how other people see our actions. We may have the best intentions, and yet those aims may seem bad in someone else’s eyes. As long as we keep doing our best to cause no harm to ourselves and others, we’re good.
I’ve had weird dreams before and also ugly nightmares, but I was always the good guy in them. I hope I don’t have this type of dream again, where I’m mean and bad. I really hated that feeling; I didn’t like to see myself causing harm and making other people feel scared. I love and enjoy giving my very best version to everyone around me. I walk this Earth being grateful for all the love God provides me, and I’ve promised Him I’ll keep sharing that love with everyone and everything. I know every human being always has room to improve, and that’s the reason I keep pushing myself to learn from every experience and to analyze how to do better next time.
So, what about you? Have you ever had a dream or perhaps a nightmare where you were the bad apple? If you have, how did you feel when you woke up? I would love to hear all your experiences around weird dreams. Do you think dreams are influenced by the last thing you see before falling asleep? Let me know, please! 😊
If you’re a bad person in a dream, is it a dream or a nightmare, my friends? I totally believe it’s a nightmare! We’re sent on this beautiful journey called life to love and give the best we have inside our hearts, which should leave no room for bad intentions or a desire to harm others. We should always act from that place of love we all have inside. As my wise dad always says, “The best business is to be good, no matter what.”
Love,
Irene
