I love dreaming. I love waking up in the morning and putting together the pieces of colors and images that have splashed themselves onto the blank canvas in my sleep. I thrive on spending time over coffee attempting to put together the jigsaw cut-outs and make sense of what they are trying to tell me. Mornings are a constant source of recollection, collaboration and interpretation. The maelstrom of the previous day becomes a masterpiece in my dreams that only I can put together the next day to make any sense of it.
Does that ever happen to you? You spend so many conscious hours with something or someone at the forefront of your brain that they unwittingly seep into your nocturnal hours and wreak havoc in your dreams? And it may not be the type of havoc that has you waking in a panic, covered in sweat, but the thought of them is left lingering in your mind to chase you around for another day. It happens to me quite often with a myriad of things I encounter during my day. It could be work or it could be a person I just can’t seem to shake from my thoughts. I spend so many minutes of my day thinking about those things that I carry them into my dream world in a back pack that seems to open of its own volition and spill out into the landscape of my REM sleep.
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And it is not that I go to bed with these thoughts whirling around in my head. I have found a way to relax my brain before I drift off into that long-awaited slumber and wipe the stress and experience of the day from my mind. But no matter what good intentions I have as I let the night pull down the shades of my eyelids, those waking thoughts transform themselves in my nightscape and travel through that mystical door of my dreams. The invisible portal is opened and a new world of ideas and scenarios creeps into my subconscious.
And sometimes, if I wake early with the dream still lingering in the realm between awake and asleep, I long to get back to the dream. Cherished moments, although created in another dimension of my reality, seem so real that I can live there again if I could only drift back into sleep. My wishes wait there for me. My desire holds firmly in its place to anticipate my safe arrival back through the portal of my dream world.
However, the invasion of my reality into those dreams is anticipated. On occasion, work and family are now holding the seats in the front row of the performance of my dream to watch as the scene plays out for those final moments of my reanimated sleep. The panorama that I had so carefully constructed in the previous hours of my dream world becomes interrupted with more genuine actuality than was originally anticipated. Somehow that carefree abandon is now speckled with a plethora of reality and the dream that I truly wanted to dream about is invaded less by my unconscious and is now dominated by my conscious waking moments. My dream is now a host to real life.
What about you? Do your dreams take you on an adventure or do your dreams consist more of your reality?