if they are the windows into our soulsthen what do these dreams mean?
...feeling the swell of an unborn child underneath the skin of my belly......walking through a pathway that weaves and winds, not knowing where the path leads, but knowing where i am going......sleeping in a bed filled with cushions that wrap themselves around my limbs like curious fingers and hands......weeping through the altar of an unsung wedding song, clutching at the tatters of an unworn wedding gown......waiting...breathing...holding...needing to wash the slim from my skin...
they say that in the world of dreams, rules of reality need not apply. that each dream is unique, and every dream is connected with each person's own reality. thus, in interpreting one's dreams, one is given the remarkable gift of insight into their own selves. since dreams can be understood in the context of repressed thoughts, sometimes dreaming serves as an outlet for those thoughts and impulses repressed during the day.

if they are the only windows into our soulsthen what do these dreams mean?