We were watching "Listen", the Doctor Who episode whose subject is universal dreams came up (and by “universal” I mean common to a great many).
Research has identified over a dozen dream themes that appear across cultures and tend to share symbols and narratives that put universal aspects of the human experience in dream form: driving cars, being naked in public, falling, being chased…
The majority of these dreams are on the negative, based on fears and stress.
There are positive dream themes too, such as finding money, flying, or eating your guilty pleasures.
Of course, everybody also has recurring dreams – not always nightmares – and they fall within a relative arm’s reach of these themes, depending on how fertile your dream life may be.
I don’t quite remember my dreams anymore. Sleep apnea robbed me of dreaming; but after the surgery, I rarely remember any of my dreams. And I share some of these, except my naked dreams are of skinny dipping at El Escambrón at dusk; in my car dream, I am driving a tiny clown car from the back seat; and because I am a New Yorker, in my chase dream I get angry and turn around to chase my chaser. That bastard!
My recurring dreams include Star Trek dreams, where I get to fly in a spaceship and be a nerd. I have themes, friends and locations that exist nowhere but my dreams – including a beach area within walking distance of my (landlocked) childhood home that I experience only when I am sick and experiencing fever. The house takes on aspects of our home and a couple of other places that I associate with safety, comfort and love.
I also have a recurring dream where I cook, and last night I was dreaming I was making soup. In this dream, I am making stock with root vegetables and fish bones. As the stock simmers, I make these crispy fish balls with cod.
The end of the dream—after I have strained the stock to a pristine clear broth, added the fish balls, and delicately added a dollop of whipped sour cream and pinch of fresh dill—is the moment I serve the soup.
The best part is that as I prepare the dish to serve it, I hover over the plate and I take in the savory aroma that faintly reminds me of the smell of wet earth after the rain and the intoxicating aroma of the sea.
Before I put the plate back down, I awake and am left with this overwhelming sense of contentedness and serenity and pure joy.
Apparently, the sense of smell inside a dream is not common, and it is reported at a higher percentage among women.
Smell is the sense most closely associated with emotional memory — just think about how evocative certain scents can be — and the one most closely tied to mental health and happiness. Positive and negative associations with certain smells are locked into our brains from an early age and stick with us the rest of our lives, and to lose that sense of smell is to, in effect, lose a part of our memory. It's the subtlest of the senses, but perhaps the most crucial in terms of our emotional connection to the world. (Mental Floss)
I have also had dreams where I make a pot roast, prepare stews, fry chicken, grill lamb chops, and make a paella. Soon, I expect I will be having ice cream making dreams!
Quite simply, the temperature in the apartment dropped below 70-degrees. It is officially fall! It is time for elaborate kitchen dreams because it is what my soul craves most: elaborate food production.
I can smell my dreams. One day I will make this soup in my own kitchen. It is my fantasy to someday have life imitate my dreams… and then I will also taste my dreams. Literally.