Experts say everyone dreams three to six times each night. I never paid much attention to my dreams until recently. For some silly reason, I’m trying to understand my inner self better as I get older. Carl Jung and other bright psychologists say the gate to your unconscious self can be found in your dreams, so I started keeping a pen and paper next to my bed.
I don’t have nightmares. Thank goodness. I do have dreams that let me know I’m really weird. Some examples:
Often, I’m with Mark Twain. This may sound great, but he often lets me know I’m a lousy writer.
One recent night, I was helping Wyatt Earp and his brothers at the Battle of the O. K. Corral. I pulled out a ping pong gun and began firing. That’s all I remember.
Many of my dreams involve being lost – on a road, in a huge hotel or in a parking lot. Pretty close to real life.
From now on, I think I’ll just let my dreams pass on through without further investigation.
What the heck was I doing with a ping pong gun?