Yves asks us about Dreams this week.
Write about or fabricate a dream. Describe the dream in as much detail as possible. What was the message? Any symbols you could identify? Was there an objective in the dream you were meant to accomplish? Were you in the dream or observing it? What about the other cast members? What were they like? Was there anyone you recognized?
I’ll use a poem I wrote years ago
The church is full,
I’m dressed in white,
Walking slowly down the aisle,
People to my left and right.
Feeling at last
I’ve found my place,
You turn –
A Man without a face.
Shock sets in,
This is how
My Dream is made.
So real and yet
I cannot make
A past life,
Or perhaps something
Not yet to be.
I remember having this dream when I was in my twenties and looking forward to getting married.
Perhaps it had been a warning that I was making a mistake in marrying my fiance and when my Dad asked me if I still wanted to go when I came downstairs in all my finery, I should have said No.
Dad would have understood. He knew me so well. There would have been no backlash, no condemnation or complaints about wasted money on a wedding that didn’t take place.
But I went ahead and in hindsight realised for all the wrong reasons. Sadly the marriage crumbled within two years, I left after three and we were divorced before our fourth anniversary.
I’ve become good at analyzing my dreams.
My nightmares are written out in poetry, angry at the invasion of my subconscious mind when it does not belong in my life.
My parents visit me in my dreams and I wake up feeling good within myself.
I have happy dreams, silly dreams, and curious dreams, but don’t always remember them.
But those I do, I take heed of when necessary.