Ryan Roberts - Symbolism of Dreams

    This certainly seems to be a trend. I was bored, looking for something to write about when I stumbled upon "Meaning of Myth" and became very interested in the symbolism of dreams. I am a very heavy sleeper and have never experienced a lucid dream, so the only things I can remember from my dreams are the nightmares that have woken me up in the middle of the night. The most common one that has been recently resurfacing is where my my family and I are trapped in a death game. We have to sacrifice someone, and every time, it's my dog, Luke.

    And because this dog just died from cancer, I don't like this. I know that anxiety can influence how nightmarish dreams appear, and dreams themselves are taking brain stimuli from the day and reconstructing it into something that keeps you asleep. But with me waking up so frequently, I complained to my friend (who gave me a nice hug btw) and she told me about the symbolism in my dreams. She didn't say I predicted my dog's death, thank goodness, but she did say that it could be connected to my fear of loss.

    For context, I don't believe in an afterlife or any kind of reincarnation or ghosts. When death happens, the person/animal is gone forever. And thus, I have a great fear of loss or more specifically, death, that I've had since a young age. It's more the idea that people will leave and I'll never see them again that scares me. There's so much more that I wanted to do with my dog that I'll never be able to do now, and that hurts a lot. 

    She also said that this may be my brain's way of coping with the loss, which I also believe. I wasn't there when he was put down, so it may be my brain's way of putting me there with him and experiencing the loss. I also tend to be someone that distracts myself from the pain, so it may be forcing me to confront feelings that I myself still don't understand. I wish it wasn't as violent, but we can't all be winners.

    Anyway, when the people who read this go home to their pets and family, even if you believe that you'll see them again in some spiritual form, give them a tight hug. You never know when they might leave.


This is my little guy.

Fun Fact: It's a live photo, so when I press on it,
I can still see this guy sighing like he has a 9-5.


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