There was supposed an ancient philosopher who thought that dreams came from magnetic fluids coming forth in the form of farts. That somehow one’s anus was involved. Whether that is true or not is up for debate.
Actually, I think dreaming is healthy. It can either be a wonderful or horrid adaptation. For me, I think it brings some chaos to order. By understanding my dreams, it seems that my life is more meaningful. It makes my life more than a confirming fart that may be noted by my presence.
While dreams are seemingly so random and so incidental, I truly believe there is a story that comes from the dream. Sometimes, it is that story that we are trying to forget. I know that it depends. Therefore, maybe, the story should be shared….