I assume that I'm not different from the majority of people; thus, I assume that the dreaming that I've experienced over the past 75 years is, in general, in line with the dreaming of others. You might see how we compare.
As a child, I dreamed rather mundane dreams that no longer respond to my recollection, for the most part. I did dream one dream that resulted from my having stolen a piece of bubble gum (priced at one cent, which I obviously did not have, in those days) at age six. (My parents did a good job of instilling a sense of right vs wrong, and guilt, into my subconscience.) In that dream, Dad had pulled the family car into a filling station with the passenger side of the car (I was seated behind my mother who was the front-seat passenger) toward the towering pumps. As happened, there were actually two pumps (one for gasoline, one for kerosene) that stood about four feet tall in that dream - and - an angel stood abeam of me, where a third pump would have stood. The angel pointed its whole arm and pointy-finger at me, saying, "God is not pleased with you!!!!" Message received. (In reality, when I had started to chew the gum, I could not - I was choked up with guilt and discarded the gum shortly into my walk homeward.)
One other childhood dream that I recall involved a fountain pen (no ballpoints in those days) that I had lost at my grandmother's house. My dream told me where the pen was.
Moving along, I don't recall teen-aged dreams, at all; but, I know that when our children were young, most of my dreams were nightmares involving their being in danger and my being unable to save them from whatever the danger of the current dream might be. (I was always running toward them, interminably, never reaching them, for one thing.)
Aging on, while in my mid-30s, I had a dream in which I was being chased by a bad guy - a spy of some sort. Eventually, he chased me into a motel room. Boy! Did he ever get a surprise. I turned on him and killed the SOB! After killing him, I stuffed him up into the space over the dropped ceiling in the bathroom of the hotel room. That was the end of my nightmares! Message received. I now knew, in real life, that I was in charge of my life. Delicious!
Last night, for the second time in my life, I dreamed that I killed a man. I should have made notes on it. At this point (it's been a busy, busy day), I no longer recall the dream. All I know is that I killed a man who needed killing. Ah, me. How can I say, "message received" when I don't even recall the message?
If anyone was in tune with my brain, last night, please help me out with this. Tell me the content of the dream!
P.S. Before you ask, the man in my dream of 40 years ago was armed with a gun. I was not armed with anything but my wits and body. The man in my dream of last night was not armed - nor was I.
P.P.S. Bogie & Dudette--In deference to your sensibilities, I'll omit all reference to dreams of passion - lol! ; )
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