I often wonder how much meaning can be found in our dreams. I have been an insomniac for two and a half decades now, and don't dream often. For the most part, I can't remember my dreams. But when I do, they are so REAL. Surrealistically hyper-real.
I have wondered if it is glimpses of alternate realities leaking through the barrier. This would be exciting if it were the case. And in the long run, a far more appealing possibility than they are reflections of internal conflict. Especially when my most recurring theme is an epic struggle against an un-killable evil. And I always die in battle.