Before the semester started, I hardly ever remembered my dreams. The ones I did recall were mostly emotional ones, or ones where I "died" and things like that. Or, well, more personal ones. Now, I recall quite a bit more, and actually, it's quite a relief to know that not all my dreams are horrible ones. Except that I couldn't really keep my brain on a schedule of dreaming, so all those blog entry assignments where it said "A dream" made me wince and hit up people like a druggie for dreams they'd had.
It was fun to read other people's blogs and see what their subconscious had been cooking up for them. Some of them made me feel that, hey, I'm relatively normal *laughs* Anyway, the dream blogs have been fun. Made me feel like I've gotten better at articulating some things. At others, I think I may have grown worse but this was an experience, to say the least. Never really thought I'd be blogging for school.
I've been doing a lot of reading on different legends/myths surrounding dreams in a few cultures and a lot of them bring up how our dreams come from a hidden self that gets some freedom when our waking selves are asleep. Sort of like Jung's concept of a darker self that was mentioned sometime last semester. And re-reading my blog entries and the entries of others, it makes me wonder which ones were the result of that possible "darker self" coming to the surface. I'm inclined to believe that my darker self is not all due to repressed sexual wishes (Freud, you closet perv, lol), but there's probably a lot of repression going on and if dreams are the steam being let off, I'm all for it. Sometimes I wish I remembered more but maybe the dreams are therapeutic, as Hobson would believe, just by being let out and I really shouldn't try to recall them.
Anyway, cheers to the closing of the blogs! It's definitely been an experience.