Most nights, I dream and often remember the dreams. My dreams are colorful and often of things I don't have in my daily life. They can range from family members, from many years gone by to sometimes people I don't know or recognize what the brain pulled together. The dream this week was like that from years ago and nobody I recognized, but it was fun and ended up giving me a message.
So, in the dream, I was about to clean up a son's bedroom while he was gone somewhere. The room was full of quilts of all sorts and colors. They were spread all over. I began folding them, putting one onto the bed but most into a closet, neatly stacked. A few were damaged and were discarded. When I was finished, the room looked great. The surprise, when the son got home (nobody I recognized from my real life). and I learned that he was thinking more clearly with the room restored to organized.
When I woke up, I thought how the dream applied to life for what clutter does to our brains. It's not just in our homes but in other areas of our lives. For instance, we can be so jammed up with what's going on elsewhere in the world, to ignore what's in our daily lives.
Clutter is a problem in taking photographs with too many images to lose the subject. Or how about with writing and too many subjects.
Basically, I took that the lesson was for me to de-clutter my life as much as I can. Not easy by the way.
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