Dismantle, Repair

The title of this post came from an Anberlin song that has been on my mind today. I might as well post the lyrics, but today they don't really have a significance just a good song!

One last glance from a taxi cab
Images scar my mind
Four weeks've felt like years
Since your full attention was all mine
The night was young and so were we
Talked about life, God, death, and your family
Didn't want any promises,
Just my undivided honesty, and you said

Oh oh, things are gonna change now for the better
Oh oh, things are gonna change, oh, they're gonna change

I am the patron saint of lost causes
A fraction of who I once believed (change)
only a matter of time
Opinions I would try and rewrite
If life had background music playing your song
I've got to be honest, I tried to escape you 
But the orchestra plays on, and they sang

Oh oh, things are gonna change now for the better
Oh oh, things are gonna change

Hands, like secrets, are the hardest thing to keep from you
Lines and phrases, like knives, your words can cut me through
Dismantle me down (repair)
You dismantle me
You dismantle me

Give me time to prove 
Prove I want the rest of yours (prelude)
Call this a prelude to a lifetime of you
It's not that I hang on every word 
I hang myself on what you repeat 
It's not that I keep hanging on
I'm never letting go

Hands, like secrets, are the hardest thing to keep from you
Lines and phrases, like knives, your words can cut me through
Dismantle me down (repair)
You dismantle me
You dismantle me

Save me from myself
Save me from myself
Help me save me from myself
Save me from myself

Oh oh, things are gonna change now for the better
Oh oh, things are gonna change

Hands, like secrets, are the hardest thing to keep from you
Lines and phrases, like knives, your words can cut me through
Dismantle me down (repair)
You dismantle me
You dismantle me


This song kind of made me remember one of the theories about dreams. This theory believes that dreams are a way for us to process information and repair mental/emotional damages that  we cannot repair in our waking state. But sometimes, don't you feel like dreams rip open scars that have healed? Don't you wish that dreams would leave the damage alone? I know I do. When I have a dream that brings up old damage and old feelings I am thrown for the rest of the day. I wake up thinking "damn brain why must you fuck with me, I have a long day ahead of me and I don't need you starting my day off badly!" Then the first few hours I'm awake, I'm in a haze and funk trying to return to the content state I was in. 


Then another question popped in my head. Why do random dreams make an appearance in your daydreams, even when they are years old? Today I remembered a dream and I could only think is where did that come from? I don't think the dream has any significance in my life, but maybe it does!


Sorry this is longwinded!
Dreams are finicky things.