Dreams tell you when you're asleep,
What you hide from when you're awake.
Could that be true?
There are dreams I've had that I would hate to admit have anything to do with me, with who I am. I would rather imagine them as just pictures on the screen of my mind
Perhaps the Philosophers can shed some light on the subject.
Carl Jung says:
"The dream is a small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctums of the soul, which opens into that primeval cosmic night that was soul long before there was a conscious ego."
(Could he have been talking to our Founding Father?)
Zora Neale Hurston apparently agrees. She wrote:
"Women forget all those things they don't want to remember, and remember everything they don't want to forget. The dream is the truth."
And perhaps Herman Melville was referring to whales when he wrote:
"One trembles to think of that mysterious thing in the soul, which seems to acknowledge no human jurisdiction, but in spite of the individual's own innocent self, will still dream horrid dreams, and mutter unmentionable thoughts."
Michel de Montaigne seems to confuse the issue a bit. He said:
"Those who have compared our life to a dream were right.... We sleeping awake, and waking sleep."
Let's see what the Knights of the Square Table have to say, shall we?