I had a dream last night
where I somehow got to participate in the Summer Olympics
. (I'm short, rather overweight, and extremely unathletic, so this is extraordinarily unlikely.) Most of it is fuzzy, but I remember that I won three gold medal
s. One was in archery
, I believe. (I was interested in archery as a kid, but didn't have the patience for all the practice it required. I've been thinking lately about taking it up again.) The last was in the 100-meter
dash. And I remember my parents jeering at me because it was such a short race. "Big deal, why couldn't you win the 1000-meter one?"
I'm not really sure if I believe dreams have any meaning
. I find it rather unlikely that my subconscious
is capable of drawing complex metaphor
s and symbolism
that my conscious mind isn't aware of. It seems much more likely to me that they're a random confluence of memories and ideas that the subconscious is trying vainly to make some kind of sense out of. Hell, chipmunks
have dreams too; there's no reason I can see why their functionality
(if any) would be any different for them than for us, and it would ludicrous to think that a chipmunk's dreams have any kind of complex meaning.
All that said, if dreams really do have any kind of meaning, I don't think there's any need for any further analysis of this one. What it says is all too obvious.