My Dreams as Other People

I’m taking a little break from my rather relentless posting about publishing and editing this week, because, well, a change is good now and then, right? Also, I’ve been dreaming a great deal.

All my life, I’ve dreamed as other people. Not of other people, but as them. Not myself in other circumstances, or even myself in different bodies, but as other people entirely. A four-year-old boy cleaning up after the animals on the family farm, a middle-aged trophy wife healing from plastic surgery, a young man going to work in a brightly lit office. And though it doesn’t happen every night, and it doesn’t happen in every dream, when I dream as other people, my thoughts, my moral coding, my own desires and beliefs are gone; I’m someone else entirely.

I didn’t realize this was strange until just a few years ago. In fact, I assumed that everyone had dreams like this at some time or another until I brought it up in conversation. As I was sitting around a lunch table with fellow students and a fiction teacher in my MFA program, chatting about using dream scenarios for fiction fodder, I mentioned dreaming as other people. My comments were met with perplexed stares and at least one “Wait, what are you talking about?” When I explained myself, the strange looks on everyone’s faces got even stranger. When I suggested that everyone must do this every once in a while, my teacher maintained that my experience was pretty darned unusual. (I didn’t then go into the fact that I have also died in my dreams–a scenario that I’ve often been told is impossible.)

The evolutionary theory of dreaming holds that, when we dream, we practice our fight-or-flight response to stimuli. This theory suggests that the heightened activity of the amygdala during REM sleep is due to our assessing danger, and making wise choices between battle and hiding. This makes a good deal of sense to me as I watch my snowshoe cat lurch about and flail her little legs as she snores away the afternoon. I can’t quite believe that she’d be sorting through her inner thoughts and emotions, as she’s a relatively simple critter: eat, nap, destroy my furniture, repeat. I’m almost entirely sure her tiny brain is processing potential responses to threats. (Though I have to wonder what fight or flight responses she needs to practice, as a cat that’s been indoors 99.9 percent of her life. Is she practicing what to do if confronted by a giant tartar-control snack? Or how to address a really threatening houseplant?)

But it never made much sense to me what the heck I was doing in my dreams. There’s not a lot of fighting or fleeing going on at all. What was I practicing by going around in other people’s bodies and minds?

Lately, as I work on my new book about someone I wouldn’t likely know in my real life, and someone who does things I would never consider doing myself, I’m beginning to realize that maybe that misfiring amygdala isn’t just a curiosity. Maybe it’s not just my research that’s letting me empathize with the characters who present themselves to me and insist to be written about. And maybe all those characters who live in my dreams have something to do with how compelled I feel to put stories on paper. Is it possible that at least part of the creative process is hardwired? That sometimes people are overdetermined to write stories? I like to think so.

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6 thoughts on “My Dreams as Other People

  1. Hi Kelly: I think about you often! Hope you’re writing (and dreaming) is going well! Sounds like a new project is well under way….

  2. Well, I am sorry to say I don’t have any answers for you-but I do have the same problem. Just last night I was a gay man, one time I was a pregnat woman named Stephanie on her way to yoga class with her boyfriend Nick discussing babies names. I have died in dreams too, always has other people. Actually, many of my expiriences are not pleasant. I wish you good luck on your writing! It is at least some consolation I am not the only one.

  3. How interesting to know that you experience the same thing! It makes me glad I’m not the only one.

  4. I have the same thing going on and was searching online just now to see if it’s happening to anyone else and came across your thread. Last night I dreamed I was younger and could run really fast and loved to run (I hate running). I didn’t know any of the people in my dream but did recognize someone who was passing by on the street. I live in Canada but my dream was in America. I was with two women, one named Michelle and the other Terry. Terry was a doctor who decided she was no longer going to practice because she needed to seek medical help for bullemia and explained to me that there was more than one kind of bullemia. Something I never considered and just looked up and discovered is true.
    I wonder if in sleep we somehow tap into a collective consciousness? Or if maybe time and the soul are fractal so we are maybe experiencing many different lives in the same time span? Life on our planet is fractal, the universe is fractal so maybe time instead of being linear and the human soul are also fractal? I’m more than a little freaked out by last nights dream. It was in such detail. I feel like if I had last names of these people and looked them up that I could find them.

  5. I have been searching for someone, anyone, else that has had these experiences for sooo long. Indeed it Is strange. The majority of people are not even a little bit lucid in their dreams. Nearly all of my dreams, specially as a child, i experienced in some one else body. I sometomes wonder if the persons dream im experiencing is having a restless night, or perhaps experiencing my own dream. I have a theory that many of my reoccurring dreams may have been Training for other purposes. A stronger sense of control and belonging in that realm. Looking back now, many of the dreams that I had Several times, seem to fit this idea. I very much wish to have a good deep conversation on this with someone who has similar experiences.
    -Rosa

  6. My kids and I all experience being someone else in our dreams. One of them more than the other two but we all seem to do it.
    I feel lucky to have found your comment regarding it.
    I have very lucid dreams, actually all of my kids do as well. My dreams border on bizarre, not all the characters in them are human and sometimes I wake up laughing so hard.
    Other times I travel above the people in my dreams, and have no idea who they are but i shout warnings about things that are about to happen. One of these dreams was horrible and in this dream I knew this girls first name. and watched someone kill her. this turned up in the paper 2 days later. I floated above her watching the whole thing unfold and screamed at her to run and to scream.
    I’ve also dreamed about people before I’ve met them, and the moments in these dreams are just random and are nothing that I would categorize as eventful at all.
    Some of the people I am in my dreams are amazing and kind, while others are horrible people I would never associate with.
    Do you think it could be some sort of psychic connection to these people?
    I also have a dream of these two ladies who are sitting with me and telling me things to expect in the coming months or years.
    This has only happened a handful of times though but they have been very accurate.

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