Dreams come when they will.  Most of mine are indistinct, and the memory evaporates within minutes of waking.  Years ago when I worked with a therapist, dreams came often, nightly if I remember.  The unconscious was stirring, the therapist working as a friendly guide helped me to knock at the door of long unacknowledged ghosts.  Ghosts awaken if they are disturbed.

My dream of last night was a collage: a walk across parking lots adjacent to a church, a great wind storm filled with dust, gusts so strong as to flip over a Cadillac.  There was also a drag strip.  It was a strange place, not one of the race tracks that I ever visited.  The track was broad and spacious, but there were only two cars at the track, the last of which had just ran.  I noticed that there were no oil stains on the staging pavement, or signs of engine failure.  Surprising, because racing is inherently hazardous, with equipment often failing catastrophically.  Were these last remaining cars of a bygone era?

There was also a flock of sheep in the dream, that sought shelter with me from the wind and dust storm.  Three sheep huddled close with me against a brick wall to find safe shelter from the fine dust laden wind.  I felt the warmth of animal kinship in the physical closeness.  Are we not all animals seeking shelter together?

Finally honesty, which does not come natural to me, dictates that I mention a riverside beach along which I was walking in the dream.  A group of young males and females were relaxing, enjoying the sun and sand, sans clothing, in the nude.  A male approached a female who was reclining, offering to make love.  In my dream I sensed they were not strangers, so nothing of violent intent was implied in this.  Thinking about that dream image, I take note of my own thinking that it is in terms of two animals anticipating the prospective activity.  My better judgement tells me that my thinking is under-developed.  A mature manner of thinking would be that of a human to human exchange of deep regard and pleasure.

Unpredictable, what lesson(s) one might draw from a dream….

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These Dreams

by Heart

Spare a little candle
Save some light for me
Figures up ahead
Moving in the trees
White skin in linen
Perfume on my wrist
And the full moon that hangs over
These dreams in the mist

Darkness on the edge
Shadows where I stand
I search for the time
On a watch with no hands
I want to see you clearly
Come closer than this
But all I remember
Are the dreams in the mist

These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night I live another life
These dreams that sleep when it’s cold outside
Every moment I’m awake the further I’m away

Is it cloak ‘n’ dagger
Could it be spring or fall
I walk without a cut
Through a stained glass wall
Weaker in my eyesight
The candle in my grip
And words that have no form
Are falling from my lips

These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night I live another life
These dreams that sleep when it’s cold outside
Every moment I’m awake the further I’m away

There’s something out there
I can’t resist
I need to hide away from the pain
There’s something out there
I can’t resist

The sweetest song is silence
That I’ve ever heard
Funny how your feet
In dreams never touch the earth
In a wood full of princes
Freedom is a kiss
But the prince hides his face
From dreams in the mist…..