I have been having some strange dreams lately.
They have all been about random flashbacks to my childhood; moments that are extremely trivial yet somehow seem to replay in my mind.
When I think about dreams, I don’t actually believe that our dreams mean anything. I think it’s just our brains own way of telling us that it wants to shut down and somehow it triggers a message to us that we often wish to understand.
Whilst I resist all temptation to interpret these dreams, it does make my mind think back to why all of these exact memorable events are from a certain period of my youth.
I won’t analyze too much, yet if the dreams continue then I certainly will investigate further.
It’s like a song that unlocks a memory. We are grateful for them, yet cannot help being taken back to that one moment in time.
