September 2nd, 2007 by Jemaleddin Cole

I’ve read a lot about dream research and the dif­fer­ent the­o­ries behind why we dream and how our mind cre­ates dreams, and I still don’t under­stand some­thing. Why is it that you can have a dream that seems to have such a cohe­sive sto­ry­line about a plot that doesn’t make any sense?

I had a dream last night about my wife. She was trying to pur­chase some­thing, I think it might have been a house, and the bank was telling her that there was some­thing wrong with her sig­na­ture on the check. So we went to the bank and sat down with the bank man­ager and she had all these dia­grams of Kellie’s sig­na­ture where she showed that clearly - clearly! - the second L in Kellie was dif­fer­ent on her check.

She had mag­ni­fi­ca­tions, she had charts with ref­er­ence arrows point­ing to dif­fer­ent parts of the loop, and she had little descrip­tions that included notes about where there was hes­i­ta­tion and even what the shape of the let­ters meant personality-​wise. And Kellie showed her driver’s license to the man­ager, and that just set the lady off with more dis­cus­sions of how the driver’s license was just like their ref­er­ence sample and not at all like the sig­na­ture on the check.

So they ask Kellie to sign another check, and when she does the man­ager just clucks her tongue and starts point­ing out what’s wrong with the sig­na­ture again. And she’s saying that some­how Kellie’s sig­na­ture that she just signed in front of both of us is a forgery. All of which is dri­ving me crazy.

And I start berat­ing this woman, just tear­ing into her about how none of this makes sense. If Kellie’s sig­na­ture on the ref­er­ence sample matches the sig­na­ture on the driver’s license and if the pic­ture on the driver’s license matches her actual face, then she’s her­self. And if she says that she signed the check, what’s the problem?

The man­ager looks at me and nar­rows her eyes and starts saying that I’m just on Kellie’s side because we’re mar­ried, and I tell her that I’m on her side because she’s right and none of this makes any sense. But the man­ager gets up from the desk and cir­cles around trying to grab my hand to see if I’m wear­ing a wed­ding ring, so I start hold­ing my hand stretched out behind me and back­ing away, but she catches up with me and right as she grabs my hand and starts prying my fin­gers apart I wake up.

This is why I never believed in dream interpretation.

One Response to “Why don’t dreams make sense?”

1. Read an inter­est­ing arti­cle about dream inter­pre­ta­tion in mat​ri​monyx​press.com: http://​www.​mat​ri​monyx​press.​com/​2​0​0​7​/​1​0​/​s​i​n​g​l​e​s​/​h​e​y​-​i​-​h​a​d​-​t​h​i​s​-​c​r​a​z​y​-​dream/

   — Amala October 25th, 2007 at 7:31 am #