The dreamer in me is struggling inside; for the past few
days, I’m trying to keep it down since I started reviewing. I must concentrate,
but sadly, I can’t.
Somehow, my subconscious self has been sending me mixed
messages since my arrival here in Canada. Probably I’ve been ovethinking that
they made their way to my sleep—and almost everything that I’ve dreamt of is
about this place and some memories. Two days ago, I’ve dreamt of going back to
the Philippines to retrieve some things I’ve left and what’s weird is I passed
through a portal. And yesterday, it was about a good professor I had getting
furious at me for going out the country. Then there are some wilder ones, even
as wild that I killed a man in my dream for a music player and a bill. I’ve
been keeping track of these dreams with my journal.
Now I’m finding good use for the psychology subject I’ve
taken up as a first year student. It has served me well since I first gained
knowledge of it and until now it’s been keeping me sane for I have better
understanding of how I feel and think. It’s not that I don’t really understand
myself, but rather, it is about deepening the relationship with one’s self.
Sometimes there’s this feeling of denial in our waking life that we can’t face
and our subconscious uses our dream as an outlet for these feelings. We are
made to face reality through our dreams. It is even a gateway to our inner
self. And in some rare instances, it gives us a premonition of the near future.
I can attest to this for it happened to me. This is the beauty of psychology
and dream analysis—there’s a mystery that is always yet to be explored.
Maybe after my written test for driving, I shall listen to a
podcast I’ve downloaded. It is the audio version of Sigmund Freud’s Dream
Psychology.
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