Dreams have always fascinated me. Some fade the moment I wake up, while others stay with me all day. They are vivid, strange, and yet somehow meaningful. Jung believed that dreams are messages from the unconscious, small stories our deeper self uses to speak to us.
When I was a child, I often dreamed that someone was chasing me. I would run as fast as I could, but I never knew who or what was behind me. Sometimes, I fell from high places and would wake up right before I reached the ground. Other times, I dreamed that I was flying. Those were my favorite ones. I could feel the air, the lightness, and the quiet freedom of being above everything.
Back then, I never thought deeply about what those dreams meant. But now, I think they reflected what I was feeling inside. The dreams where I was chased might have shown my fears or things I wanted to escape from. The ones where I fell could have been moments when I felt uncertain or out of control. And the dreams where I flew reminded me that even when life felt heavy, there was always a part of me that wanted to rise again.
I used to think dreams were random. Now, I see them as small mirrors of my emotions. Sometimes they reveal what I cannot say during the day. Other times, they show what I try to ignore. It feels like my mind balances itself while I sleep, bringing forward what I need to see.
There was one dream recently that stayed with me. I was walking alone on a foggy road. I could not see what was ahead, but I kept moving. When I woke up, it felt like a quiet reminder that I do not have to see everything clearly to keep going.
I am learning to see dreams as gentle guides instead of puzzles to solve. They show me my fears, my hopes, and the parts of myself that wait to be heard.
Tonight, I will try to listen a little more closely. Maybe my dreams are still whispering something that my heart already knows.
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