Do you read in your dreams?
The background for this is a Psychology student who once argued with me that one couldn’t read in dreams. I replied that I did–often. He said: “Oh, you weren’t reading; you only thought you were.” I pointed out that that’s what all dreams are.
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We talked about this today and I said that I did read in my dreams. I also write books, design clothes, paint, draw, design houses, cook, and decorate cakes. Of course I also kill zombies, explore distant planets, and have sex with Captain Kirk, but that’s a whole other discussion.
Wow Rachel, I am quite jealous! I rarely, if ever, remember my dreams. I would like to think they are filled with wonder, excitement and, yes Dr. Bear, endless volumes of the written word. But alas, of these things I can only (day) dream.
And horses, for as long as I can remember I’ve dreamed every night of horses. The blue ones with the little white star bursts that look like the night sky are especially fantastic.
This is a fascinating question. Given how much of my waking life is spent reading and in the presence of books, they make up a very small part of my dream life. I can’t remember ever dreaming about reading and rarely dream about libraries or even the people at work. Recently I had a dream with my coworkers and it was memorable in that it was so rare. I have many more dreams in classrooms, churches, houses (but not mine), and outdoors, especially the deserts of my youth.