June 22, 2009
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Dreams
I have been having more dreams lately.
it must be because i am not sleeping at home or something. i forget my dreams when i am at home.
That kind of dream where you wake up with a hole in the back of your throat. And you don’t want to open your eyes because not just the dream will fade–the emotions will fade and you just want to hold on to it because it is deep and real and who cares if it is just a dream…it meant something to you.
in one dream, i was with some others and we had to save this guy who was located across town. And as we drove, people came streaming against us, so we got out of the car and started yelling “Hey! Listen! we have something important to say!” but no one would listen. And i felt the pressure–we had to go and we knew the people were going the wrong way–to the bad people. They were like zombies, stuck in their way and they had forgotten how to think. So we spread out our hands to stop them and yelled “Stop! Listen! We have a story! You must hear us!” and some people slipped through our fingers and continued on, but others turned around and joined us and we became many, all with a story to tell.
Then last night was another one…i was this cat/fairy warrior woman (heh), fighting with these “Others” who wanted to capture me. And i got away from one after another, and the next one came and i kicked him down the stairs but he just kept coming back up. and i was wondering in my head how many more times this would happen when a shadow darkened the wall and i knew someone else was coming too…and it was the man’s three kids. and i started weeping. i wept until i woke up crying. Because i couldn’t kick him down again. i knew i had to go with the man. because he was real and he had kids and he loved and lost and hurt and laughed and…vulnerability. i couldn’t fight against vulnerability. no matter how much cat/fairy warrior i was.
I bet you’ve had some good dreams yourself. and i wonder what they mean.
