Dreams

I generally do not remember my dreams. I know that I must have them because people do but otherwise say that I never dream. I know some people put a lot of stock into the things that happen in their dreams. The rare occasions that I do have dreams they don't seem to have any meaning. Other then maybe my brain's way of telling me that I am insane. 

Last night I dreamt that Michael stole an elephant from the zoo and rode on it to his parents house. His parents who live five hours away. Then he expected them to hide it. The elephant. In their backyard. Actually, come to think of it the backyard of their old house. And when he got home we had a discussion about how the zoo would most likely not know that it was him who had called about the tiger. 

Yup, insane. No clue what that means. None at all. I don't know what he said when he called about the tiger or how in the world he thought his parents would hide the elephant. So, I generally do not put any stock into the meaning behind dreams. I think dream analysis is a bit odd. 

The thing is, though, Mickey has nightmares. She has nightmares of people coming into her room and trying to take her. People coming into her room and trying to eat her. Monsters coming out of her closet. She wakes up crying. Every day. Most nights more then once. She screams out for Mommy and Daddy to come get her. And we do. One of us goes every time. We bring her to out bed once we are sleeping. We lie down with her and stay until she is asleep. But the nightmares do not stop. Sometimes we can keep them at bay for a few weeks. Sometimes they come so frequently that she cannot sleep in her own bed for more then an hour or two. The thing I am left wondering is do these dreams mean something? What am I missing? There must be something that is causing these dreams. 

And so my Aloha Friday question for you this week is do you think dreams have meanings?