Dream a little Dream

Dreams are on my mind.  I have had many in my lifetime, most have. Even animals dream,                            I have watched my dog dream, woofing quietly, feet thrashing.

 I mean sleeping dreams, not aspirations. I have had happy dreams, sad dreams. Prophetic dreams, nightmares.  Dreams where I am an observer in the life of a stranger. I have had repetitive dreams, some that stuck with me throughout my childhood. Yes, I have been a day dreamer, it said so on one of my report cards. But the dreams that haunt my nights are the subject here.
Over the years I have written down many of my more outstanding dreams, some also, repetitive. I have learned to analyze my dreams, and also dreams of others. Probably something I picked up in Psych classes. But, dreams are often analyzable, dreams are often a projection of our fears or inhibitions.
And, so, we dream. What else is there to do in an unconscious mind. I would think that if we are unconscious, or in a coma for a length of time, we would spend that time dreaming.  Perhaps we Astral Travel, as a way of escaping a useless body. But that is another subject.
The other night I had one of those repetitive dreams. This dream is repetitive, in the fact that one element is always somewhere in the dream. An Apartment, one that I have never really lived in. But I can tell you that the Apartment number was 114. In this particular dream, a friend and I were walking around a neighboring city. As we approached a certain section of the city, I saw a Large Church Spire in the distance.  I remarked to my friend that the Church was near my old Apartment Building; and that I lived in Apartment 114. Well, that was an interesting development in that dream. I have lived in Many apartments in my life, never in one numbered 114.
I have dreamed about this particular place in great extent. I know that the lobby of the building was similar to a hotel, there was a check-in area, and a metal wall of mailboxes.  I remember talking with one of the other tenants in the building on one occasion, as I was entering the building. The Apartment was small, it was an Elderly Housing Complex. On one occasion I had gone in to my apartment and rearranged the living room furniture. I have only had two dreams where I entered the building. Usually I am searching for it, or like the other night, walking near it.
What is the purpose of such a dream? Am I eternally searching for the place where I belong? probably. Is there a place where I want to return, but am unable? That too is very likely.
Many of my adult dreams have centered around furnishings. Whatever that is about. I had a Very vivid dream once about a sofa. It was long and very low and comfortable looking with lots of pillows. And it was the most beautiful terracotta color, with an orange under-color. I wish I could find that couch. I still like it.
I have also had dreams of deaths and events. I dreamed that there was a railroad track beside the house I was living in. On the track were three coffins. One held my Aunt, who was terminally ill at the time. the next was a man, and the third was a woman. I knew the first was my Aunt, the second appeared to be a man. I knew this was one of my Uncles. The third was a woman, that was my Mother. And those three did die shortly afterward, but not in that order. My Aunt was first, then my Mother who was tall and large boned, like a man and the third was the Uncle.
In 1997 I dreamed about a plane flying into two large buildings in a major city. Freaked me out completely when I found a paper in which I had recounted the events in the dream. I found it in 2006. I wonder how many other people dreamed that event.
I have also had dreams that were either hilarious, or nightmares, depending on your outlook.  I often dream that I am back with one or the other of my Exes and getting along really well. I usually woke up with a WTH?
And so we dream, on and on until we die. Maybe when we die we will dream of all the events of our lives here. We'll just have to guess on that one. Of course it is said that the Mad don't dream. Another tidbit I may have picked up in a Psych class.
 Beware the Non Dreamer,                                                                                                                      evidently,  I am Terribly Sane.