A dim lightbulb without a shade swings, though untouched, in the dark room. A figure leans over a chair in an intimidating manner. In an authoritative tone bordering on aggressive, he asks the Seated... "What the *** is your problem, subconsciousness?"
Isn't it interesting how we casually refer to dreaming? If we described it as it really was...
Max: So, you comin' the the barbecue Tom's set up?
Lou: Oh, sure. But first I'm going to slip into a coma for a few hours, hallucinate vividly, then suffer amnesia about the whole experience.
Max: Cool, cool.
Actually, now I'm too busy laughing. I might refer to dreaming as that more often...
...although it strikes me that my vivid hallucinations tend to be a little more... bizarre than most would experience. Most would dream of... say... being best friends with someone famous, or finding out they are actually rich and successful, and occasionally able to fly.
My little sister can fly if she holds a plank of wood. She has been a mermaid - but not much else - many, many times.
But my youngest older sister and I (I have a lot of sisters, but brothers? Not-a-one)... we tend to go, as my apparently 'teen-savvy' lil' sis says, 'OTT'. Meaning, Out of The Tyrannosaurus. Or... well, you know, I'm sure. I can't remember some of the weirder of my sister's dreams, and I can't assume she wants me to share them (so I won't). But I've never met another who, like me, has ever been a brat (bat/rat cross) fighting evil scientists... or, scientist. With questionable intelligence.
And who of you have been kidnapped by the NCIS crew, shoved in a crate, sold to old-time ROMAN SOLDIERS as slaves... who happened to arrive with their Roman galleons strapped to the back or enormous wallabies? And, because I am not black, I 'pick up a shadow' so I'll look like the rest of the slaves? And that Ceser had apparently been overthrown by someone I knew from my time selling off modern technology (simple ones like the bike)?
Who of you have been in a forest about 1.5m cubed... 1.5m x 1.5m x 1.5m of air completely surrounded by flat planes of shrubbery like a badly designed computer game? Then pulling your feet out of the swamp to find them covered in lots of tiny bugs that look like seashore crabs, which are sucking away your blood.. your dreaMe (dreamt self) referring to them as 'ticks' (when they are clearly... well... not ticks, anyway)?
The truth about dreaming is... that... there are no real laws, so there can be no real truth.
TIP TO AVOID NIGHTMARES:
-- You are more receptive in times of high stress, but the MAIN CAUSE is
-- extremes of temperature (too hot, too cold).
If you are stressed temperatures do not need to be as extreme to give you a bad dream. There is no real thing as a 'prophecy' in a dream. Those who think they've had one should just get on with their sad, pathetic little lives they appear to be trying to escape from...