In my dreams...
I love being asleep. My dreams are most often beautiful, based on memories, kindness, and a bit of hope.
Not that I have a bad life. In fact, it's quite a good one, but I think we always look toward what we wish we could do better. Our dreams show a window into our own soul and hint at the truth of what we really are.
My dreams show me my grandmother's kitchen, and I can smell her cooking and the perfect cleanliness and organization that I wish I could have in my own home. I feel the unconditional love and comfort that only exists in that perfect little room in the universe.
My dreams give me a baby feeding at my breast and a little boy that learns to play baseball with me in the back yard. A boy that, to my daytime despair, will never exist. I sleep, and my never-born child is with me, and I can love him to my heart's content, even if he is nothing more than a piece of fiction in my subconscious.
My dreams overcome differences with people. For example: I've often dreamed of being friends with my husband's ex early in our relationship (I've gotten over that). But that's just an example.
The point is that dreams can be a safe haven. A comfort zone. They say that we sleep and dream to heal. Often, our dreams manifest in the stereotypical "lost locker combination" or "being late for a test that we haven't studied for", which are just reminders that we've left something important in our waking lives unfinished. We manifest our worries and our fears.
Yet, if we let it, our dreams can be our haven, our heaven. Maybe it is a glimpse of the world we have in the great beyond, waiting for us for our reward when our time here is done. I think of physics and string theory and wonder if our dreams let us touch another reality, perhaps something that really exists somewhere, maybe if we believe strongly enough.
My dreams are full of peace and love. I suppose not everyone's dreams hold the same, and I worry for them. I am sure that others find comfort in chaos and nightmares. That is the true telling of the soul. We cannot hide or fool ourselves in the subconscious.
What do your dreams hold? Are they your heart's desire? Is that what you might want for an eternity?
All I know, is that I would give anything to be in my grandmother's kitchen again, maybe holding a little, blond, baby boy. If that's a glimpse of my heaven, I'll take it.
Not that I have a bad life. In fact, it's quite a good one, but I think we always look toward what we wish we could do better. Our dreams show a window into our own soul and hint at the truth of what we really are.
My dreams show me my grandmother's kitchen, and I can smell her cooking and the perfect cleanliness and organization that I wish I could have in my own home. I feel the unconditional love and comfort that only exists in that perfect little room in the universe.
My dreams give me a baby feeding at my breast and a little boy that learns to play baseball with me in the back yard. A boy that, to my daytime despair, will never exist. I sleep, and my never-born child is with me, and I can love him to my heart's content, even if he is nothing more than a piece of fiction in my subconscious.
My dreams overcome differences with people. For example: I've often dreamed of being friends with my husband's ex early in our relationship (I've gotten over that). But that's just an example.
The point is that dreams can be a safe haven. A comfort zone. They say that we sleep and dream to heal. Often, our dreams manifest in the stereotypical "lost locker combination" or "being late for a test that we haven't studied for", which are just reminders that we've left something important in our waking lives unfinished. We manifest our worries and our fears.
Yet, if we let it, our dreams can be our haven, our heaven. Maybe it is a glimpse of the world we have in the great beyond, waiting for us for our reward when our time here is done. I think of physics and string theory and wonder if our dreams let us touch another reality, perhaps something that really exists somewhere, maybe if we believe strongly enough.
My dreams are full of peace and love. I suppose not everyone's dreams hold the same, and I worry for them. I am sure that others find comfort in chaos and nightmares. That is the true telling of the soul. We cannot hide or fool ourselves in the subconscious.
What do your dreams hold? Are they your heart's desire? Is that what you might want for an eternity?
All I know, is that I would give anything to be in my grandmother's kitchen again, maybe holding a little, blond, baby boy. If that's a glimpse of my heaven, I'll take it.