Crazy Dreams
As I prepare my weary body for slumber I contemplate yesterday's sleep with some disquietude. I awoke at one point early in the morning, or was it night - time passes so strangely - to a flood of visions. All of my fears, insecurities and phobias were flying into my consciousness from a dream not quite complete. A dream from which one wishes to awaken to end it, but upon waking it remains in the consious and one wishes it pushed back into the night. Is it better to remember the dream and ponder its meaning, perhaps to resolve the underlying concern? Or, are dreams best left to the subconsious where they can fight their own battles? Alas, I fear nothing much gets resolved in dreams that isn't forced to the light.
Today I am alone. Even the dogs have gone. What does this night hold for me? Something less ominous than last, I hope.
Adieu
Today I am alone. Even the dogs have gone. What does this night hold for me? Something less ominous than last, I hope.
Adieu