Dreams are interesting things. For millennia, mankind has attempted to interpret his dreams, to divulge their esoteric and other-worldly meaning. No doubt, our mindset, our waking thoughts, our worries, and the circumstances surrounding our lives have an influence over the unconscious manifestations in our dreams. You can learn a lot about yourself if you listen to the content.
I always gage the quality of my sleep based on how many dreams I can remember in the morning. Some people can't remember their dreams, although I'm sure they still exert an influence on them while they're awake. Even our nightmares, particularly recurring fears and themes, are a means of getting more in touch with ourselves. Perhaps they represent an opportunity to face something that hinders you in your waking hours and challenges you to overcome your conscious fears.
I know many expressive people who's dreams have made thier way into their poetry, painting, and music. Always reflect on your dreams in the morning to learn something from them and use them to enrich your life. They are, after all, yours.
dream
behind these rancid eyes
hides a bag of hopes and a box of lies,
i push aside
to find you still asleep
your eyelashes were fluttering,
a symphony of peace they spun,
just like the night before
until i woke up to find the sun
my mind was still a haze
as i erased the past few days
and found myself alone with thoughts
of someone i had never known
with her image in my head
i laid there in bed
and knew her love had still in me yet grown
yearning for that gift,
i fell silent once again,
awaiting if or when
into sleep i would drift
as i did, she was there
and hadn’t moved a finger or a toe,
and as i crept closer,
i felt the lust in me grow
feeling her breath upon my lips,
in my head i begged, ‘a kiss’
‘a kiss for i and no one else’
‘a kiss for me’
‘for myself’
i knelt beside her breast
and now the heart inside my chest,
the heart i held for years alone
and shared with no one else
had fallen silent hence no more,
erased the pain i had abhorred,
and beat faster,
ever faster,
far faster than before
my pulse felt shattered with delight
having found a love of which i’m sure
this loneliness in me i see will vex me no more
for now i lay my lips to hers
and know this is no dream
her taste is sweet, her affection pure
and in that moment, i believed
but as i opened up my eyes,
the sunlight compelling me to weep,
i see
i had never known true love
for i had lived it in a dream
UPDATE
My first book of poetry, Death By Active Movement, has officially released. You can order your copy by going to the link above.
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