dreams that rock you awake going, what on earth was that? Dreams in the literal sense, not MLK's metaphorical sense. I know, because I've started a dream journal. They're so disturbing some of them it's as if they have significance, as if they might come true at any time; so I feel compelled to write them down. It's almost as if they have more significance than anything that goes on in my daily life, which is monotonous and repetitive and currently seems to be pointless or at very least, aimless. But my dreams... my dreams are fantastic and strange.
They're fantastic dreams of flying over Mayan Temples and plunging into water hundreds of feet below me. I can fly in my dreams, but I'm always scared of the landing. Sometimes, they're so real, when I was younger, I almost convinced myself a few times that I really could fly. All I needed to do was run and jump and I wouldn't have to touch the ground for at least few minutes. I can't remember if it ever actually worked (of course not, right?) but I'm sure I tried. I didn't make wings or anything like that. I didn't need them. I don't need them in my dreams.
I've been dreaming of friends lately.
I've dreamed of meeting up with old friends and dreaming that they are as they once were but are no longer. I dreamed that they had decided not to change and to remain who they were, and I loved them for it.
I've dreamed of dear friends with whom I have not spoken in months, but know and love, being sorely mistreated and my needing to protect them. I dreamed of having to hide them from Nazis in huge mazes of empty rooms. I dreamed of hiding them from people who would abuse them. I dreamed of them being heartbroken.
I've dreamed of falling in love, in being in the arms of random strangers and feeling more affection than I have ever received in real life from any real man.
I dreamed that I was the leader and liason of a "Occupy-some-big-city-without-any-real-goals-any-real-leaders-and-no-plan-in-how-to-accomplish-said-lack-of-goals" movement between the people and the FBI.
I don't understand them. I don't know what they mean. They are an escape from reality to a world where I am still surrounded by friends, loved and important if for no other reason than saving another from grief, but at the same time, how much more I desire to live a life with such significance than just to dream of being significant.
They're fantastic dreams of flying over Mayan Temples and plunging into water hundreds of feet below me. I can fly in my dreams, but I'm always scared of the landing. Sometimes, they're so real, when I was younger, I almost convinced myself a few times that I really could fly. All I needed to do was run and jump and I wouldn't have to touch the ground for at least few minutes. I can't remember if it ever actually worked (of course not, right?) but I'm sure I tried. I didn't make wings or anything like that. I didn't need them. I don't need them in my dreams.
I've been dreaming of friends lately.
I've dreamed of meeting up with old friends and dreaming that they are as they once were but are no longer. I dreamed that they had decided not to change and to remain who they were, and I loved them for it.
I've dreamed of dear friends with whom I have not spoken in months, but know and love, being sorely mistreated and my needing to protect them. I dreamed of having to hide them from Nazis in huge mazes of empty rooms. I dreamed of hiding them from people who would abuse them. I dreamed of them being heartbroken.
I've dreamed of falling in love, in being in the arms of random strangers and feeling more affection than I have ever received in real life from any real man.
I dreamed that I was the leader and liason of a "Occupy-some-big-city-without-any-real-goals-any-real-leaders-and-no-plan-in-how-to-accomplish-said-lack-of-goals" movement between the people and the FBI.
I don't understand them. I don't know what they mean. They are an escape from reality to a world where I am still surrounded by friends, loved and important if for no other reason than saving another from grief, but at the same time, how much more I desire to live a life with such significance than just to dream of being significant.
