Dreams Tell a Truth

Sometimes we say I didn't get what i want, not even in the dream. Now that i think about it, if i had never experienced it in my real life, how can i dream about it? Dreams are a mixture and rearrangement of fragments of things happened, thought-about, feared, envisioned, flashed-by and called back. All they need is such actual materials.

Last year in the nights before several speech contests, big or small, i seldom dreamed those apprehending dreams which had a hangover even after i woke up and forced me to carry it around into the journey of the day, and then even influence the choices i made.

But this year i had plenty, long before the first contest loomed. In my dreams, i come back to the scenes of the stage, with rigorous judges, and time is invariably the most apprehending element. Turns out, the hidden anxiety suppressed in my lucid moments, consciously or otherwise, will ultimately break loose in one of my dreams that night, and even make presentation with much higher intensity.

So anxiety can't be suppressed and the only thing to annihilate it is to face it bravely and honestly, and get things done as soon as possible. Am i confident about it? If i am pretending so well that even myself can't tell, or events in life were just unintelligible, blurred, and elusive, just tap into my dream. Just it happened in my dreams doesn't mean that they aren't true. What dreams are made of determines that they are likely to be an diluded, transformed, intensified or extracted version of real life. The details might be bizarre, but the overall tone of it might be revealing of the truth.