This is a bit strange and somewhat personal – I tend to
dream very sporadically and within the realm of visuals that my mind sketches,
there is always a preference for winters being the background. As long as I am
dreaming about having turned into a father, raising a family, the retirement
years or feeling good about my financial might, the landscape is always extreme
winter. Really cannot understand the reason for this. There is nothing special I
have achieved in this time of the year. In fact, the last two winters have been
rather hard on me, financially, health-wise and from an emotional perspective. Even
when the mind ruminates about how I can make my mother’s last year’s happier,
the setting is always cold, with the temperatures dipping rather drastically. When
dreaming about my imaginary baby son, whom I would love to call JUNIOR, the
setting is same – the boy-toy is dressed in cute, costume-like woolens.
