deep into that darkness peering...

Deep into that darkness peering,

long I stood there,
wondering,
fearing,
doubting,
dreaming
dreams
no mortal
ever dared
to dream
before.

FAMILY FUN ON THE WAY...

JUST FYI - i'll be in and out, more out, probably, than in the next week, beginning today - daughter and her clan coming up from louisiana for a week's visit - should be here tomorrow - but i'll be checking things whenever possible - don't want to miss A SINGLE POST - peace - jenean

i'm
so
blue
without
you
even
the
nights
offer
no
solace

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dreamscape...

starry dreams...

for my part
i know nothing with any certainty -
but the sight of
the stars
makes
me
dream...

the dream...

Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world,
A boundary between the things misnamed
Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world,
And a wide realm of wild reality,
And dreams in their development have breath,
And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy;
They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,
They take a weight from off waking toils,
They do divide our being; they become
A portion of ourselves as of our time,
And look like heralds of eternity;
They pass like spirits of the past -they speak
Like sibyls of the future; they have power -
The tyranny of pleasure and of pain;
They make us what we were not -what they will,
And shake us with the vision that's gone by,
The dread of vanished shadows -Are they so?
Is not the past all shadow? -What are they?
Creations of the mind? -The mind can make
Substances, and people planets of its own
With beings brighter than have been, and give
A breath to forms which can outlive all flesh.
I would recall a vision which I dreamed
Perchance in sleep -for in itself a thought,
A slumbering thought, is capable of years,
And curdles a long life into one hour.

dream, dream, dream....

Sweet dreams,
form a shade
O'er my lovely
infant's head;
Sweet dreams
of pleasant streams
By happy,
silent,
moony beams.

the car of my dreams...

another recurring theme dream last night - for months, i have had a recurring dream "theme" in which i am in my car - i go to a building or complex - park my car and enter the whatever - but later upon trying to exit the building or complex, i have great difficulty finding the correct exit for where my car is parked - i have to wander the building, going out exits only to find that my car is not parked there - this continues and continues - a lot of times the weather is very inclimate - snow or ice-covered parking areas, raining, storms, etc - i keep re-entering the building to try to get to the correct exit - i even enlist the help of passersby to try to find it - sometimes i wander around the exterior of the building in an attempt to find my car - but it is never where i think that i have left it - by dream's end i do find my car although it has been a harrowing experience -

oh, and in these dreams, my car is never the one i own now or even the last car i had - it is the fantastical little convertible that i drove forever - the "car of my dreams" - hmmmm.......

a change in the dream script...

it is nothing unusual really for me to have lucid dreams - but it is not so frequently that i have conducted an "interior" script change in my dreams - as a matter of fact, it has been quite some time and then, it really wasn't during the course of a dream - for example, i might have a particular dream that felt uncomfortable or unhappy or even frightening from which i would awaken - and then, upon returning to sleep, i would tell myself that i wanted to continue the same dream but with a change in the course of the dream's action - or whatever - and upon falling back to sleep, the dream would pick up where it had left off but with the new turn - one i had chosen - or - i frequently become the observer as well as the participant in my dreams - in any event, last night i was dreaming of a couple that i had recently met - a man and woman - we shared a number of things in common and enjoyed intellectual dialogues etc - the couple invited me to their home for dinner and i was really happy to go - the evening began really well - we visited and talked and had dinner - but from the beginning there had been just a hint of an element of which i was uncertain and so i stuck it away into the category of "it's just my imagination" - however, after dinner, it became obvious that my discomfort with my new friends was, indeed, founded in reality - the husband decided to make amorous advances toward me in the presence of his wife who seemed perfectly happy with it - i remember seeing her standing over to my right as he leaned toward me on the sofa - and as i am rebuffing him, she attempts to persuade me to continue and even attempts to join in - well, i was not at all interested physically in him - and certainly not in her - nor in the little triangle situation - so, in my dream, i think to myself, "you know, this is just a dream and according to the macgregors, you can make them do whatever you want, so why don't you just change the scene to something you like and are interested in? and if you don't like that, you can always change it again - so have him say this or do that and act accordingly - and then have her do this or that, etc - now, they are both still on the sofa with me in my dream and i'm interacting with them, but thinking to myself as i interact - and with just that thought, he does this or that and changes the way in which he is acting and so does she - and then we have an enjoyable visit and i leave - and then awaken -
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oh, and yes, macgregors, you will forgive my bringing you about in my dreams, but in my dream, i was remembering something of yours that i had read - so you became, literally, my "dreamguides" so to speak -

the wet party dress...

in the dream, i'm getting ready for someone's birthday party - a friend or acquaintance - at the same time, it is the birthday of one of my daughters - while i am preparing for the friend's, i am running late for my daughter's party - while i'm ironing my dress at home, a man comes up to me and says that someone i know is dying, but i believe he has said that someone "has" died - when i tell him that he should not say that someone is going to die BEFORE they die, he becomes extremely upset and sad, then walks away - i know that he has driven to my house - i continue to iron my dress but it is so wet that it is very difficult to iron dry - and no matter how hot the iron becomes, the dress does not dry - and, of course, i become upset because i am late to my own child's birthday party -

july 7, 2006

DREAMS

Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!
My spirit not awakening, till the beam
Of an Eternity should bring the morrow.
Yes! tho' that long dream were of hopeless sorrow,
'Twere better than the cold reality
Of waking life, to him whose heart must be,
And hath been still, upon the lovely earth,
A chaos of deep passion, from his birth.
But should it be- that dream eternally
Continuing- as dreams have been to me
In my young boyhood- should it thus be given,
'Twere folly still to hope for higher Heaven.
For I have revell'd, when the sun was bright
I' the summer sky, in dreams of living light
And loveliness,- have left my very heart
In climes of my imagining, apart
From mine own home, with beings that have been
Of mine own thought- what more could I have seen?
'Twas once- and only once- and the wild hour
From my remembrance shall not pass- some power
Or spell had bound me- 'twas the chilly wind
Came o'er me in the night, and left behind
Its image on my spirit- or the moon
Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon
Too coldly- or the stars- howe'er it was
That dream was as that night-wind- let it pass.

I have been happy, tho' in a dream.
I have been happy- and I love the theme:
Dreams! in their vivid coloring of life,
As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
Of semblance with reality, which brings
To the delirious eye, more lovely things
Of Paradise and Love- and all our own!
Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known.

look inside and awaken...

Your vision
will become clear
only when you
look into your
heart -
Who looks outside,
dreams.
Who looks inside,
awakens.