Where do we go when we dream?
Dreams fascinate me. I am not a dream expert but I keep a dream dictionary beside my bed so that if I have a particularly vivid dream during the night I can look it up straight away. Most of the experts seem to give interpretations that are far removed from what one might expect a dream to mean. Sometimes the explanations are comforting, but sometimes baffling, or even a bit worrying.
I do notice that if I have been working hard on a project until a late hour I am almost exhausted by the morning, as various dreams have been swirling around in my head all night long. So I guess this must be natures way of sifting through all the clutter in my brain and trying to put it into some sort of order. Why I would dream I was standing in the rain though, in a pair of threadbare pajamas, who can say?
Some dreams are unsettling; for me, dreaming of a stormy sea is common, with huge overpowering waves thundering towards the shore, cutting me off from the mainland. Snakes feature often too, and swimming in treacle. And don’t lets mention the toilet dreams.
But some dreams are good. Sometimes I can wake up and feel like I have connected with loved ones, both near and far away. I remember a very clear dream I had a while ago. I was playing with my little grandson who lives far away from me and we were having great fun together. It was real; certainly real to me.
In My Dreams
I saw you in my dreams last night
I picked you up and held you tight.
We were underneath a sunny sky
Happy together; you and I.
You chuckled as I watched you play
And I wished I could have stayed all day.
But we both know that we were there,
Sharing a moment in time, somewhere.
The following words are attributed to Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Maybe all poets are led by their dreams:
What if you slept
And what if
In your sleep
And what if
In your dream
You went to heaven
And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower
And what if
When you awoke
You had that flower in your hand
Ah, what then?
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Just one more dream poem before I go….
Garden of Dreams
Once I dreamed I was in a magical wood;
A carpet of bluebells where I stood.
The nightingale sang to the velvet night
And set a myriad of stars alight.
And the lofty trees bent their branches low
To fold me in their arms below,
In that peaceful land of sleep.
And alone amidst the scented flowers
I felt the peace of the night-time hours
Settle round me like the softest cloth;
A tapestry woven with the spirit of love.
And I tumbled through a mystic land
Until daylight led me by the hand
Back from that peaceful land of sleep.
© Lyn Halvorsen
Dream well and blessings to you….