A few weeks ago I had a dream that stuck with me for the rest of the day. So, here it goes.
I was in an old Toys-R-Us with a hand full of quarters, putting them one by one into a toy machine. After each quarter was secure in its slot, I’d turn the steel nob and watch as a plastic capsule rolled to the bottom tray. I’d pick up the plastic capsule, toss it into the air and catch it with my other hand. When I looked through the clear plastic and into the capsules, I saw a fetus. I’d remove the lid to the capsule and the fetus would fly away. I don’t know how or why they flew away, but that’s what they did. I did this to about ten capsules, all ten fetuses flying away as soon as the oxygen hit them. Eventually I opened an empty capsule. And another. And another. Then I woke up as I normally would in the morning. However, I didn’t quite remember every detail I just listed.
The dream stayed with me for the rest of the day, but only what happened in the dream. I did not yet have the clear mental pictures I have now. I went to my classes as usual and I found myself drawing an oval. Before I knew it, I was recalling more and more details from my dream. I remembered how the empty space in the capsules was a solid black and the embryos were snow white. (I’ve heard some people can dream in color, others can’t, and that no one dreams in color…so I don’t know.) I had no intention of drawing my dream from the night before. But here it was.
I’m not big on dream interpretation, as I don’t believe there is any true science involved. But I think it was interesting that the more I drew, the more I remembered. It was as if by drawing, I was activating the same areas of my brain I used to dream the night before, causing me to recall exactly what I saw. At the very least, it was a completely new experience for me. Apparently the word “oval” comes from the Latin word “ovum,” meaning “egg.”