It is a sad state that my night dreams are squelched by the pills that I must drop. Drop them I do so that I may find sleep as sleep does not find me. Aye, days could go by and I would not know as I would be too busy absorbing, creating, interacting, reacting, unconscious and conscious...too busy to note the passing of time. When time stops supposedly making way for dreams, it happens not. My dreams occur during my waking hours and come to me quite vivid in color and tone. There are times when I interact with my dream and it interacts with me. The funny thing is that within the dream of day, the normal surroundings do not disappear. Nay! They lie there as they always do yet I see beyond what is into something else that lives. Sometimes the dream is a like a play in which I see characters and listen to dialogue in another world or this world in another time and space. It is as though the performance that is viewed is acted out for me as though I were a great patron of the arts. The surprise of the performance is that I can participate. Do I create the scenes? I can’t really say that I do as they just come to me and show themselves. Often I run for a sheet of paper to capture the happenings, but as the happenings do not stop, I can only capture but a bit.
Dreams are not limited to the visions of love, beauty, and stories. The dreams include talking to the birds, wind, sky, water, clouds, rain, sun, moon, grass, rocks et al. Am I dreaming at this point? No. I am doing. I am doing what I feel is natural and beautiful. During these times there is great love and beauty, but the story is fact. I do these things. Perhaps what I put out is returned to me through my daydreams visions of story book proportions. What must I do to get to the epic tale? I suppose that too will come naturally. It is only hoped that in some form or another, I can share my world with another or others in real-life form via the spoken word and warmth. Then again, perhaps that is not meant to be. Once again I state, for all things a purpose and a purpose for all things. I shall find my way. Better yet, my dreams will find me. ~ Maggie ~ September 18, 2008 @ 6:26 p.m. EST
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