Dreams

Last night, I dreamed that Billy Graham was converted to Judaism!  I wasn't thinking about  Billy Graham when I went to bed--or about Jews, for that matter. 

 

I don't know what dreams are.  I don't necessarily go along with the idea that all of our dreams are significant revelations of the sub-conscious which are showing us the way to solve some great problem or discover some hidden truth.  Neither, however, do I necessarily believe that they are all just scraps of thought with no significance at all.   I honestly don't know what to make of them.

 

I'm happily married; but sometimes, I dream about other women--usually other women who do not remind me of anyone I've known in real life!  What's that all about? 

 

I have some recurring dreams--the one where I finally realize there's one course I've not done anything about during a semester in high school, the one where I'm in a car all by myself and the car suddenly starts driving through town--a rather frightening idea for a blind man--and the one where I'm preaching in my pajamas!  I seldom have nightmares.

 

No, I don't know what to make of dreams; but in a way, I hope I keep having them.  If I'm dreaming, that at least means I'm sleeping.  And who knows?  I might actually learn something!