Ever since I watched that weird time travel movie last week, man, my dreams have gone off the rails. Straight up bonkers stuff. Like, last night, I dreamt I was chatting with my grandpa about smartphone apps – weird, right? He passed like twenty years ago! Woke up feeling kinda messed up, figured I gotta figure this out.
Getting Started: The Morning After
Okay, first thing after coffee – strong black, no sugar – I grabbed my old notebook, the one with the coffee stain cover. I sat down at my rickety kitchen table, sunlight just pouring in. I closed my eyes real tight, trying to pull the dream back. Gotta capture it before it vanishes like smoke, ya know?
I started scribbling:
- Where was I? Felt like our old backyard shed, smelled like damp wood and oil.
- Who was there? Grandpa Jack, clear as day. Wearing his usual flannel, looking younger.
- What was happening? I was showing him photos on my phone, swiping through pics of my kids. He seemed confused but interested.
- How did I feel? Happy to see him, but also super anxious, like I knew it wasn’t real time.
Just getting it all down felt… lighter, somehow. Like dumping the weirdness onto paper.
Digging Deeper: The Not-So-Instant Expert Phase
Right, so I had the scene. Now what? Time to crack this sucker open. I remember reading ages ago that dreams ain’t literal. Like, seeing water usually ain’t about needing a drink, it’s about feelings or something deep.
So, time travel dreams? Apparently super common when life feels… unsteady. Like time itself is slippery. Maybe I’m stressing about getting older? Kid’s birthdays fly by, birthdays come faster… yeh, maybe that tracks.
I thought about the weird parts:
- Showing Grandpa the phone: Duh, impossible in his time. So maybe it’s about me wanting to share my life now with my past, with who he was. Or feeling guilty he didn’t see my kids grow up? That thought hit hard.
- His confusion mixed with interest: That felt key. My mix of happy/anxious – wanting him to understand my world, but knowing he can’t truly, because he belongs to a different time.
It wasn’t about literally traveling time. More like my brain playing out these deep-down feelings about time passing and connections lost.
The “Aha!” Moment (Mostly)
After mulling this over for another coffee cup, I kinda leaned back. The main thing? My anxiety in the dream. That was the loudest feeling screaming at me.
So, applying that simple dream guide idea: Focus on the feeling. Forget the time travel sci-fi stuff – the core was loss and a longing to connect across time. I miss my grandpa. I wish my kids knew him. Seeing him confused by my phone? That was just my brain’s weird way of showing that gap.
I wrote down my takeaway: “Not a prediction or literal time travel. Strong feeling of missing Grandpa Jack and wishing he could be part of my current life. Anxiety maybe linked to how fast time feels like it’s moving right now.”
Wrapping Up The Weirdness
Did I magically stop having strange dreams? Heck no. Dreamt I was trying to plug a USB into a dinosaur last week. Still, for that time travel dream? Decoding it this way – focusing on the feelings and the impossible context of the dream – honestly brought some peace. Less like a weird message, more like my brain processing big feelings in a messy way.
Next time you wake up from a dream where you’re having tea with Genghis Khan or debugging code with Napoleon… grab a notebook first. Dump it out. Look for the feelings. Look for the impossible things. Ignore the “time machine” – look at why your brain threw you back there in the first place. It’s usually way closer to home than you think. Weird, huh?
