I had a great many wonderful and fascinating conversation with resident print shop tech, Narcis while on board Carnival Legend, but one in particular has been called to my mind more than once this week. I would often sit down to lunch with him starting the conversation with, “You wouldn’t believe this dream I had!!!” And I would proceed on with a lengthy description of the oddball events that occurred in my dream. Often amusing we would share a laugh about how strange my dreams would turn out to be.

Then one day he sat down to lunch and shared a dream of his with me. I asked him if he believes in all those dream analysis theories. And in his ever logical way he told me that he believes much of what we dream is mind clutter (I agreed) but it’s how the dreams make us feel that tell us what the dream REALLY means. I paused realizing the absolute truth in this.

Why have I never really thought of dreams this way??!

Which now brings me to this week where I’ve had a many number of odd dreams. Finding hidden objects with friends, finding out my ankle is made of pins and needles, cleaning a small sterile room while trying to get a friend to confess a secret to me or even something as silly as swimming in huge fountains in Rome with friends I haven’t seen in ages. All may seem silly on the outside, but now I think I’m starting to get a better understanding of myself when I really sit down and think about the emotions these particular dreams evoked from me.