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Yesterday I had a dream about an old friend - one who'd disappeared without saying goodbye to anyone. In the dream we met by accident over a bargain bin in some department store; she said she'd moved to New York and just didn't have time to tell anyone. She was impatient. She kept saying that I was holding her back; that I had to stop wondering about her because she couldn't move forward. I wondered, somewhat, about what some of the little insignificances of the dream meant - New York, bargain bin, her well-to-do exterior.
I don't really believe in dream interpretation; I think it's far too subjective a personal territory for us to paint a specific psychological picture out of any particular image that Morpheus, Phobetor and Phantasos dump into our dreams each night. Sure, if a group of people are constantly having nightmarish visions when they sleep, one could likely safely assume that something is troubling them, but you couldn't say for certain that the dog is going to mean sexual tension for the lot of them, or that the pipe always means you're dreaming of Magritte.
Day's residue, wish fulfillment, out of body walking, slits into another universe, mindreading, kibbitzing hallucination, secrets, visions, clairvoyance. In some small way it might be nice to have a concrete explanation for dreams, but, in so many other ways, I think there are some things we should just leave well enough alone. I don't think man should have all the answers. Some things, like dreams, should be left to the indeterminable and ephemeral world from whence they came.