Falling in Love
I had one of those dreams last night- one of those dreams that keeps me in this in-between sleep and waking state for ever as I desperately cling to the remnants of my emotions. I lie in my bed and concentrate only on once again being part of my dream. Yet slowly, bit by bit, it slips away. I feel reality taking over. Eventually I force myself to move, to get out of bed, to start the day, as all those dilligent, industrious people call it. Yet for the rest of the day I can't help but wonder, will I ever feel that way in conciousness?
In my dream last night I fell in love. The object of my affection is insignificant...for me the true power of the dream lies in how it made me feel. All I did was think of him, wonder where he was, when he would be back. I have been wondering: maybe part of the reason I havent been in love is because I am afraid to let go, to give in, to let myself be vulnerable. Am I just so scared of getting hurt that I don't want to take that first leap?
My dream tells me no- the pain is worth even a few moments in love.
In my dream last night I fell in love. The object of my affection is insignificant...for me the true power of the dream lies in how it made me feel. All I did was think of him, wonder where he was, when he would be back. I have been wondering: maybe part of the reason I havent been in love is because I am afraid to let go, to give in, to let myself be vulnerable. Am I just so scared of getting hurt that I don't want to take that first leap?
My dream tells me no- the pain is worth even a few moments in love.