Thursday, January 22, 2026

Dream On

Dreams, Edgar Allen Poe suggested in one of his better-known poems, may walk hand-in-hand with reality and might be indistinguishable from real-life events. He repeats the same thought, first as a statement, then as a question: “All that we see or seem/Is but a dream within a dream,” and “Is all that we see or seem/But a dream within a dream?” 


No telling, Eddie P. wrote. Dreams have intrigued people for thousands of years. Poets and artists and philosophers approach them from one angle, scientists from another. Despite numerous studies, there is no consensus about why we dream or their principal effects. Notable theories propose that dreams help us process memories and deal with emotions. 

I tend to think of dreams as the brain off the clock, free to wander and create and prowl around the attic, unburdened by waking attention to work and kids and fetching groceries and navigating the healthcare system. I dream most nights, but the details usually evaporate seconds after I wake up. There’s a recurring theme, however, that sticks with me. 


You know the dream where you walk into a college classroom to take an exam for a class you haven’t attended and have done none of the work? I routinely have the sportswriter’s version of that dream. I arrive to cover a game between two teams that I’ve never seen and know nothing about. 

There are always variations. I arrive late, after the game has begun. I don’t have pen or paper to take notes. There are no notes or statistics about the teams. I don’t have a laptop to write a game story. I don’t have a seat from which to watch the game and must piece together an account from the radio or TV broadcast in the press room. I don’t have a desk or space to work when I return to the office to write a story. Sometimes, there’s a combination of obstacles. One recent twist within the theme was that I had to write a story on a recruit’s college choice, but I couldn’t talk to the kid. 

It'd be nice to remember the happier dreams, but I don’t. I have no idea if my brain is plumbing my (formerly) professional anxieties or just having fun at my subconsciousness’s expense. I don’t know if others’ brains work similarly and mechanisms are geared toward their pursuits and worries. Like, if Dave dreams about walking into a class to teach a book he hasn’t read, or if Z or Marls have to go into a courtroom and argue a case they know nothing about. Does Rob ever find himself trying to sell AI services to a roomful of homeless people? Or are your dreams sunnier and more productive? Does Whit dream that he persuades Bill Gates and Tim Cook and Nvidia microchip chieftain Jensen Huang to relocate their operations to Hampton Roads? 


Research about dreams travels down numerous paths. Freud in the late 19th century theorized that dreams represented unconscious desires and leaned heavily into repressed feelings and sexual motivation. Though many of Siggy’s ideas have been refuted, research indicates that suppressed thought tends to result in dreaming about it, something called dream rebound theory. 

Another theory is that REM sleep triggers the brain to create electrical impulses and a compilation of random thoughts, images and memories that people organize when they wake, something called Activation-Synthesis Dream Theory. One called Self-Organization Dream Theory posits that the brain organizes the day’s activity while we sleep and memories are strengthened or weakened; helpful memories are made stronger, while weaker ones fade (yeah, tell that to my scrambling sportswriter dreams). 

There’s a problem-solving or creative dream theory that accounts for people waking up in the middle of the night or first thing in the morning with “Eureka!” moments. Yet another says that dreams help to prepare us confront dangers – fight-or-flight, uncomfortable situations – known as Rehearsal and Adaptation Dream Theory. Emotional Regulation Dream Theory says that dreams help people process their emotions within the safe space of sleep. 



There’s even something called Lucid Dreaming, where a dreamer is aware of being in his or her own dream and sometimes having control over its content, though that occurs more rarely. Much of this gets to the “what” of dreams, but not the “why.” We’d like to believe that our subconscious is assisting us – organizing memories, providing coping mechanisms, smoothing the day’s edges. But then how to explain nightmares and the agitation of bad or troubling dreams. Do dreams talk us off ledges in a non-threatening setting, or do our brains simply spit back a mashup of the day’s, or a life’s, input? Might we ever learn how it all works? To quote Eddie P. in a different context: Nevermore.

26 comments:

  1. I rarely remember my dreams, but 20+ years ago I had a dream where I saw Bob Dylan in the lobby of an apartment building. I looked at him and said "Hey Bob, I need your keys. I left something in your apartment." Bob tossed me the keys. When I returned he was flirting with my wife.

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  2. Apparently it is. A book came out recently that sssembled stories from Bob’s past band members that suggest Bob really likes female company

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  3. big test for your tribe men tonight, as they host 17-2 (6-0 caa) uncw at 7:00.

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  4. I'm sure non-OBX Dave will have some (unkind) thoughts about dreams.

    Meanwhile, I love REM.

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  5. And I never dream about work. Which maybe tells a story.

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  6. I dream a lot and am a very light sleeper. My best strategy for going back to sleep in the middle of the night is to close my eyes and try and reinsert myself into the dream I woke up from. Works better than you’d think.

    Didn’t work this morning when the dogs woke up at 4:30 and wanted breakfast.

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  7. tribe led by as much as 22 in the first half. uncw got within four in the last two minutes. tribe holds on for a 77-70 win over the conference leaders. 8-0 at home now for the wrens.

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  8. Once again, OBX Dave reaffirms why we have a professional writer on staff. I rarely remember my dreams but last night I dreamt about loading stuff into the trunk of our car so we could go on vacation. I kept putting more junk in the trunk but the pile of luggage never got smaller.

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  9. Z loves a little junk in the trunk

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  10. i’ve been paid to write before, for the record. worked as a stringer for the potomac news covering high school sports while i was in high school. so, y’know, put some respect on my name, z.

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  11. Just got around to reading the full post. Good stuff, as always, Dave.

    As for the dream of showing up to a college exam not having done the work or going to class…that was more of a reality for me than I would like to admit. I suspect the same is true for some of the other former residents of Unit M.

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  12. If you're looking for a sweet dreams twofer, I'd suggest Allman Brothers and Molly Hatchet.

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  13. Oh, it's dreams twofer day? I nominate Otis Redding "I've Got Dreams to Remember" and Everly Brothers "All I Have to Do Is Dream".

    And when I was last with Marls, Whit and Rob in September we tallied up our cumulative W&M GPA over pizza. He was the exemplary student in our group, dreams notwithstanding.

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  14. Wait wait wait ... we were supposed to do the work and go to class?

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  15. I had the lowest GPA in the Class of 1993, maybe the decade. Nothin' to be proud of, Russ.

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  16. And I'll take Wilco "(Was I) In Your Dreams" as well as The Coral "Dreaming of You."

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  17. Dave takes Dreamtime. Rob takes Crowded House,

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  18. dave's more of a to sleep, perchance to dream sorta fella

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  19. Speaking of Hakeem. His biography “Dream” by Mirin Fader is a great read. I’m biased as Hakeem is my favorite center of all time but his story is a fascinating and unique one.

    In other news, my kid turned 14 today and tomorrow we embark on another season of travel volleyball. Two days in Orlando, here we come.

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  20. my sister's ex-husband's last name is weaver. he was a navy aviator. his callsign was dream. not terribly creative, those squids.

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