Dreaming of a Meaning

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Subhadra M., Staff Writer

     Your friend is talking to you, but you can’t hear them. It’s being drowned out by some atrocious noise, a beep-beep-beeping sound. Oh, you think placidly, that’s my alarm clock. Then you wake up. No, it doesn’t make sense. It’s a dream, for heaven’s sake! I’ll tell you what I know about them, but I can’t guarantee your satisfaction. Elusive things, those dreams are.

     Here’s what we know for sure. You’ve got sections in your brain, right? There are two places we’ll be talking about. The neocortex, which works with thought and the hippocampus, your memory log. See, your neocortex and your hippocampus like to have conversations at night. Your hippocampus remembers lots of things from the day, and your neocortex tells it what to keep stored. Some of it gets randomly put into your dreams. That weird conversation you had with your friend might have been the result of one you had during the day. Sometimes, though, we can go against science and get more philosophical about why things happen in our dreams.

     So you and your friend were talking, right? Maybe that shows just how much you need a good conversation. I know I said we would go against science, but your amygdala, the emotional center of your brain, is very active during the night. Your decision-making is pretty much turned off. I mean, why would you need it when you’re sleeping? To decide what kind of toothpaste you want to use in your dream? Anyway, there are dreams everyone has, and they may be symbolic of your current situation. Haven’t most people had the dream where they go to school naked? It may represent embarrassment. Or science is working against you and you actually went to school naked that day. It’s up to you.

     I can’t tell you precisely what your dreams mean because they’re equally based on your own experiences. It depends on who you are and what you’ve been through. I, personally, have had a lot of dreams about being tardy to class. Your dreams, on the other hand, might be about tarantulas eating the sky made out of cake. I won’t judge. We’re all different, and so are our weirdly half-scientific, half-emotional dreams.