NOTE: Before starting know that I will be describing some of my dreams. I realize there is nothing more tedious than having to listen to someone explain a dream they had. I have been know to roll my eyes and think of laundry lists when someone does it to me. So fair warning - feel free to skip this post!
I'm not one to read too much into dreams. A lot of people swear by books like The Dream Dictionary, where you can read into the different symbols and images that commonly occur in your dreams. You know, things like "dreaming of teeth means someone's going to die" or "dreaming of the color Red means you secretly are in love with the music of Bob Denver." I think I'm more in the camp where dreams are your mind's attempt at something I'll call Unconscious Resolution, which is just a bloated way of saying dreams are one way your brain attempts to assert order for the billions and billions (thank you Mr. Sagan) of thoughts that run rampant on a daily basis.

But that's not to say you can't attribute some meaning to dreams. For example, a few weeks ago I dreamt about an enormous tree in my yard. The root system was so extensive it covered the entire ground, and through the individual roots you could see a valley where bi-sected dogs and raccoons walked around. The front half of their bodies would hop on two legs, and a moment later the backside would follow, often with entrails dangling. I stood outside and worried the smell would bring huge white wolves that might try to attack the Missus and the new baby inside the house.

Now, I imagine someone fascinated with dreams could have a field day with analyzing this, asking questions and interpreting the various symbols present. On the other hand, I know the day before I was looking the big tree outside my window, angry because of all the squirrels it brought that thrived on digging up the front yard. I'd also been worried about my ability to take care of the baby that's on the way, and the dream, while bizarre, was merely my subconscious imposing some order on the thoughts experiences that day.

In other words, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, or however the quote goes.

Is that too dull? Does my lack of belief in the mystical properties of dreams somehow diminish my creative potential? Artists as diverse as Salvador Dali and David Lynch have spoken of the influence of dreams in their work. Or take it another way: does my disbelief in the mystical or spiritual nature of dreams contradict my belief in a God, or other matters of the Spirit?

And if you could marry the nature of dreams with a Spiritual Higher Purpose, how do you then interpret my favorite recurring dream, where I am seduced by a group of women dressed in Catholic School uniforms while floating through the air cradled in a gigantic umbrella?

Interpret that, Dream Dictionary!