Posts Tagged ‘dreams’

An owl’s screech

In the middle of the night

Wakes me from my dreams

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As she lays naked

Twisted among the bedclothes

She dreams of her love

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Dreams.  We all have them, even if you don’t remember them in the morning.  Scientists seem to think the human race dreams approximately 5 times a night, with each dream lasting only 30 minutes.  I often wonder how that is even possible.  To me, it appears as one long continuous movie that begins the moment I drift off to the Land of Nod.  However, I’m not a scientist and science has its own explanation of that phenomenon – the mind is only remembering the last dream of the night.  How do they know each of the supposed 5 dreams I have are not the same one?  No one has ever asked me to be a part of a sleep study.  And I’d like to keep it that way.  My dreams are mine alone.  Or are they?

The fascinating part about dreams is how they are meant to guide us.  For whatever reason, we seem to be able to ‘switch off’ our conscious mind each and every night, only to awaken the subconscious to muddle through problems or try to set the world to rights (If only correcting the world’s ills were that simple).  Our subconscious allows us to realize nothing is impossible; to give us hope; to be more childlike.  It reminds us there is more to life than the reality of our conscious lives.  And I would have to agree.  We have the power and the fortitude to bring our subconscious thoughts into our reality.  I’m not talking about the wacky or the bizarre, but the dreams which can shape our lives.  Like the song sung by Disney’s Cinderella, A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes (1950) indicatesif one wishes for something long and hard; and it takes root in their heart, doesn’t it become a dream?  Something to strive for in their everyday life?  A goal?  I truly believe so.  As a little girl, I often dreamed about what I wanted to be when I grew up (and I’m still waiting), where I wanted to go, and what I wanted to see.  Not so unlike many other little girls, or boys for that matter.  For some like me, those dreams would be written down, and revised as the years flew past; biding their time when they could be achieved.   And that’s what makes each and every one special…unique…priceless.

I said it before, we all have dreams, and when I pointed that out, it wasn’t to bore you with the scientific.  Sure, we sleep, therefore, we dream.  But dreams can become so much more.  However, if all one does is dream and not bring it to fruition, then have they truly lived?  Believe me all dreams are not achievable, but the dreamer who pursues their dreams is the one who actually lives life to the fullest, usually without regret.  So when you curl up tonight and fall into blissful slumber, do me a favor…Dream a little dream of me (1931).

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