I don’t know what dreams are. A quick look at Wikipedia tells us:
A dream is a succession of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations that usually occur involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep. The content and purpose of dreams are not fully understood, although they have been a topic of scientific, philosophical and religious interest throughout recorded history. Dream interpretation is the attempt at drawing meaning from dreams and searching for an underlying message. The scientific study of dreams is called oneirology.
Dreams mainly occur in the rapid-eye movement (REM) stage of sleep—when brain activity is high and resembles that of being awake. REM sleep is revealed by continuous movements of the eyes during sleep. At times, dreams may occur during other stages of sleep. However, these dreams tend to be much less vivid or memorable. The length of a dream can vary; they may last for a few seconds, or approximately 20–30 minutes. People are more likely to remember the dream if they are awakened during the REM phase. The average person has three to five dreams per night, and some may have up to seven;[4] however, most dreams are immediately or quickly forgotten. Dreams tend to last longer as the night progresses. During a full eight-hour night sleep, most dreams occur in the typical two hours of REM.
Opinions about the meaning of dreams have varied and shifted through time and culture. Many endorse the Freudian theory of dreams – that dreams reveal insight into hidden desires and emotions. Other prominent theories include those suggesting that dreams assist in memory formation, problem solving, or simply are a product of random brain activation.
Sigmund Freud, who developed the psychological discipline of psychoanalysis, wrote extensively about dream theories and their interpretations in the early 1900s. He explained dreams as manifestations of one’s deepest desires and anxieties, often relating to repressed childhood memories or obsessions. Furthermore, he believed that virtually every dream topic, regardless of its content, represented the release of sexual tension.
I never used to remember my dreams until I started to take antidepressants a few years ago. It’s hardly surprising that psychotropic agents will alter sleep patterns, but one thing that is apparent is that the majority of my dreams take on two forms:
- Travelling to the seaside or being at the seaside
- Toilet troubles
The seaside dreams are always from the perspective of being in a vehicle that’s travelling through countryside, over mountains, to finally reveal the see opening out ahead of me. There then follows what seems to me a very pleasant time exploring various aspects of seaside, from the beach, to the waves and cliffs, to pleasure beaches and arcades. Everything a person might expect from a visit to the seaside, apart from being with anybody I know… and seagull muggings. When I was in Whitby earlier on in the year, I’d nipped in to a little fishmongers and seafood place to purchase a tub of cockles. I stood by the promenade, looking out to the Abbey on the cliffs opposite and then, WALLOP! Something hit my left shoulder and, before I knew what had hapened, I was confronted by a victorious seagull with a mouthfull of vinegary shellfish, which it then decided it didn’t want afterall and spat out in an act of defiance. Fucking FUMING! If dreams were prophetic, I’d have been warned of such a possibility in at least one of my many subconscious trips to the beach. As it is, they are always relaxing, transporting my sleeping self off to places of calm and exploration.
Toilet anxiety dreams are another kettle of fish entirely, often leaving me in a cold sweat. Similar to these are the “lift that doesn’t go where I need it to” dreams. In both cases, I’m met with something that should perform a function, but fails, leaving me scared and frustrated. The toilets are in public places and have no doors, they don’t work, there’s no toilet paper, they’re blocked or flooded, or there will be a single toilet in a vast, warehouse-sized bathroom, completely exposed. The other variant is where the toilet is in a shared house and I grown up, sharing with people from my past. The house has mutliple bathrooms, but none of the toilets work. Hideous on so many levels.
Now, some dream analysts might want to tell me that my toilet dream is all to do with wanting to take care of business, but I think I’m just scarred from the incident when we were in Italy and Mum had to take me into the woods to go for a poo because my auntie’s drain was blocked and there were gypsies there and it freaked me out. True story. To this day I can’t pee outdoors.
My encounters with lifts in dreams are equally frustrating. It’s the wrong lift to go that floor, or it doesn’t go all the way to the bottom, or you need to take this lift for that or that lift for another thing, but I never actually find the one I need and never get to where I need to because there are no stairs either and it’s all horrible and I just get into a frantic old pickle! Freudians might tell me that going up and down in a lift represents having sex. Not the sort of sex this girl has, I can tell you! Everything is sex with the Freudians anyway; that lot would insist that my addiction to Italian spicy pork products is entirely sexual and nothing at all with a love of Italian spicy pork products.
Anyway, the thing about antidepressants is that they’re very good so long as you don’t forget to take them, which I had done for a number of days. When I started to feel a bit funny yesterday, I thought I was coming down with a bug, but I think it’s just plummeting serotinin levels (and all of that running around the shared house, trying to find a toilet that works). Of course, what you’re absolutely not supposed to do is take extra when you realise that you’ve missed out for a few days, and this is exactly what I did do last night. And now I’m quite sleepy and I need a snooze. I’m going to make sure I go for a wee and cover myself in sun cream before I settle down.