I Don’t Remember My Dreams Anymore

That Time My Grandmother Turned Into A Lizard Monster

I’ve always been able to remember my dreams in great detail.

I can still vividly recall dreams from back in preschool. Like the one where my grandmother turned into a lizard monster and chased after me in and around our house.

I remember hiding underneath the kitchen table and shielding myself with the table runner.

I could see through the thinly stitched runner as she desperately sniffed around hoping to catch my scent. I remember how her head would jerk from side to side in typical reptile fashion. She snarled about with foamy saliva oozing out of the corners of her snake-like mouth.

I still remember the terror I felt in that dream. The sensation of being hunted.

Thankfully, I woke up before she was able to find me. Till this day I don’t know why that particular dream stands out above the rest, especially since my real life, non-reptile grandmother has always been a sweetheart.

I suppose some dreams aren’t meant to be divined.

Reptilians aside — I haven’t been able to recall my dreams with such great detail as of late. I know that I’m dreaming. And I can remember those that make cameos in the dream. The protagonist and antagonist even some of the extras. But somewhere during that abrupt transition from dreamland to the grogginess of the awakened world, I forget the essence of the dream, the moral of the story, the takeaway.

I think the same can be said for matters on this side of the unconscious.

At work or in social circles or in our own creative ventures we get so drawn to the object of our action that we fail to see the subject, the takeaway — that which can shed light into our own lives and usher us further along the evolutionary ladder.

Here’s the thing, life is brimming with takeaways. But, in our freakish desire to stay at the pace of the world around us, it’s easy to miss the moral behind it all.

It’s normal now to skip over the subtle teachings found in every interaction we have people and places and events and circumstances just so we can move on to the next thing.

We notice the main characters and the heroes and the villains of life. We love the theatrics. But what about the substance of it all? How do these seemingly inconsequential matters play into our lives? Or is life just a series of nothing-burgers with small bits of meaning thrown in at random points to keep us intrigued?

Where has our inquisitiveness gone?

When you get a chance today, stop for a second, take a step back, and ask yourself, “What lesson can I takeaway from this? How does this conversation or dilemma or moment in time apply to my life?”

Look, I get it, it’s difficult in the heat of the moment to question the existential meaning of something that our human mind downplays as happenstance. It takes practice.

Take it from me.

But if you pay attention, you’d be surprised at how much of our everyday happenings can help us become more in sync as universal citizens and greater contributors to the world at large.

So, if you happen to find yourself hiding from an 81 year old lizard monster tonight, tell her that her grandson says hi.


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