Dreams

I've had a few dreams. How many do you remember? How do we decide which ones are meaningful? I suppose it only matters if they mean something to us. I remember some from when I was very young. When I was about 10 years old I dreamed that Santa's sleigh landed in our neighborhood and I got to ride on it. I can still feel that dream.
When I was a teenager I had a strange dream full of clouds and storms and a man blowing a trumpet. In the dream I was anxiously dialing our old rotary phone trying to call people.
How do you interpret these dreams? The first one is pretty easy ~ I was 10, I wanted to believe and I wanted to fly. When I told my sister about the second dream she said it was the archangel Gabriel blowing the trumpet and I was dreaming the rapture. I thought that made sense at the time but the world has now survived rotary phones.

I have lots of my dreams written down in a journal. Sometimes when I read them I don't remember writing them down, let alone dreaming them. I took my dream journal once when I was visiting with my kids and we had a wonderful session of laughter over some of the crazier dreams.
For awhile I thought it was important to remember them and write them down. They seemed so significant. Lately I have other priorities and the dreams are getting away from me.
Through the years I have had a lot of dreams that turned out to be pretty accurate predictions of things that happened later.  I had one of those types of dreams last week that was about me going to school to take an accounting test. The classroom was so full that I could barely find a place to sit. When I looked at the test sheet - it didn't match the answer sheet so I decided to find the instructor.  When I found him it was not my current instructor, but one who I had last quarter. He was too busy to help me and I went back to my test and my pencil was gone. There was a lot of anxiety over my pencil being stolen in the dream - not once, but twice. I ended up not being able to take the test and there is a lot more disjointed information that involves a lost backpack, a woman from my old church, some high school classmates and me getting lost at CBC and ending up sobbing. The weird part about the dream was the instructor. Even though my classes are in the same building this quarter I hadn't seen him at all since last quarter ended. The only time I had thought of him was when I realized I was sort of missing his concise lectures and fairly easy tests!
The morning after I had this dream I was sitting in a study area getting ready for the test and the instructor from last quarter walked over, helped me with a problem and proceeded to sit and have a lengthy conversation with me. I'm not sure what that means except maybe the dream prepared me to take the time for the conversation instead of stressing out over the test - which I did fine on.
Dreams continue to fascinate me, but these days remembering the ones that I have while sleeping is less of a priority than finding dreams to realize in my waking hours.
I need more of those.