The depth of mind.
Dreams are what existence would see if she looked in a mirror. They are an ever changing image representing the irrationality in life and how spontaneous it will continue to be as long as it persists. Dreams are a reminder of our mortality in their persistence to be forgotten, and a chance for us to reconcile with the fact that reality will never be more permanent than it's counterpart. Dreams are grounded in the real world just enough to give us hope that one day they may come true. Or in the case of nightmares, real enough for us to fear that they will. Dreaming is what happens when your subconscious gets to play with the controls, and dreams reveal many truths about yourself that you may try to hide. They are a way to look deeper inside and understand the motivations behind the actions of oneself and the actions of others. It is simultaneously a glimpse into utopia and into the darkest pits of hell. No one person is exempt from the catastrophic indignity that is life and no ones character survives that trauma without blemishes. Dreams show your inner most scars and reveal the ways you wish to heal them. They portray a true, broken past and an idea of the future that is as hopeful and optimistic as it is arguably unattainable.
For My Daughter
Ah, my little one, you ask big questions
Dreams are a tricky business at best
Real and unreal at the same time
It's hard for even the scientist to describe, for how do you measure an unreal reality?
I don't won't to confuse you, my tiny heart
Remember when that fever grabbed a hold on you? You shivered and shook all night as I held cool wet towels to your head and you said you felt like you were sleeping on top of a picket fence? And when those endless hours passed and the fever broke you crawled onto my chest and slept in peace. You woke and asked what happened? Then you said, I was there with you dad. It seems so faraway now.
That, my heart, is what dreams are like. They're awful, confused jumbles, of life. And the best part is when you wake from them to another day.
What Dreams May Come
That rhythmic series of thoughts, images & sounds, of how it creates a release from reality - such reverie to be found. Time is limitless as we enter another realm; a notable vision to behold for what will take place could be an epic story, a fairytale or a nightmare that unfolds. Unconsciously we move through the utopian sight, or are sometimes seen in a nightmare to run between fight or flight. No control to know what it will do, can we even remember it; whether it will infuse a sight of beauty & state of calm, or bring fear & night terror & make you feel there could be danger & harm.
I say, let you always be a Dreamer, for those who dream do create & can bring to fruition a new belief. They are life's imagination philosophers: for they rise above social conventions and challenge the status quo. For to have a dream, makes you a pioneer, someone who discovers the unknown. It shows how you are passionately curious in your well ordered mind. Hold onto your cherished aspiration, let it remain your ideal, connect it to your place of presence, make it feel real.
A DREAM.
You must have heard about it in songs or seen it in movies.
What they say or show is far from what it is...
Its another realm of the living.
Another realm where your imagination is in charge.
Its the world were fiction is reality.
It can be a noun and a verb at the same time.
In a darkness that is thick enough to touch a dream is real enough to live,
Oh how is it that in the darkness you see so clearly,
and how in unconsciousness you are awake and alive.
But it all goes away as this world pulls you back,
when reality as we know it beckons for your consciousness,
when you awaken from the only portal to the other other side,
from sleep.
Dream.
Dream. A part in us that makes imagination seem our innate ability. A part that has always driven the mankind confused. The only reality that human brain still registers as an unfathomable virtuality.
One day you are at the bay, building sand castle with your kids and the second day, someone is trying to kill you. Living admist the different scenarios of our cranial sphere slowly teaches us the miracles of life.
But that is not all. It is a wonder how these few seconds of unplanned imaginations leave an impact that ironically plans our entire day. Making us ponder over it, sometimes for hours, days and months. It is like taking a dip in an ocean that suddenly seems not to be built by us. A dip that sometimes drowns us and sometimes nourishes our soul. Like watching a movie being filmed.
At some nights they become a nightmare, nightmares that burden your chest and make you cry. Other nights they make you blush in a way your day self wouldn't have witnessed.
A beautiful way our soul uses to communicate with us and tell us its stories.
Such is the story my dear friend. The tale of a storyteller we find difficult to write. But you can smile, for every night I will tell you a story that is no less than a dream.
I’ll dream a little dream for you...
I want you to close your eyes.
Here with me now,
close your eyes and stand with me.
As you hear my voice
outstretch your arms,
eyes tight shut and face to the sky!
As this wide open feeling overtakes you, feel the shift in your balance as you tilt your chin to the clouds.
Take in one wide breath, and invite it to simply escape you, then I want you to spin!
Spin!
Right there were you stand!
Keep your arms flung out,
Truly feel your hands!
Feel the air trace your Palms as they spiral through it.
This is the sense of your shape that makes you You, it's
that sense as air defines
the outside of your lines,
That sensed shape that creates you.
I relate this, because it is all that is real to you, once your beyond this waking world.
Beyond our earthly forms..
Now spin!
And feel till you fall down!
Let that gitty little dizzy take you right on down.
Rest your head softly to the ground..
In this moment, settle down.
Feel the world, seperate from you
still spinning round and round!
It is there!
That feeling there is the disconnect,
the venture, that you lack,
to the subconscious.
As close as I can get you anyway, without you experiencing your part in it on your own.
Then imagine it further,
if your very own intention could
dictate the whole world that you see. All of it!
Like viewing life if it were illustrated by our massive
seas of thought,
every single sentiment.
Like illustrated sentience,
in a drunk like haze while you attempt to fit all of it in....