Off The Beaten Path

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Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some people move our souls to dance. They awaken us to new understanding with the passing whisper of their wisdom. Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon. They stay in our lives for awhile, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never ever the same.

Thursday, January 17

Dreams


I have been having a lot of dreams lately, I don't remember having had such vivid dreams and ones that I can remember so clearly in the past. They are not bad dreams, just strange, odd, confusing, and exhausting. I don't know if you have ever woken up from a dream wishing that you could get another eight hours sleep just to recover from a long exhausting dream. People from my past are in them, I usually recognize the people, even if they do not look anything like the person I know them to be. Like the time Grandma was wearing a cowboy outfit? Hmmmmmm that was indeed strange, because Grandma never wore anything but a dress her entire 99 years.

I don't have scary or frightening dreams, but they are definitely odd. Often they are about Dirk, or David, both men that I knew in the early days of my moving to Louisiana. You can never return to a time and place, nothing is ever the same, and of course that is true, but dreams come the closest to taking you back to your past. I don't try to analyze dreams, I don't think that really can be done, I just try and enjoy them. There are many things that influence our dreams, like thinking about a time, place or event just before going to bed. Yet many of my dreams seem to come out of the blue. Oh well, don't knock a good thing, at least I get to do a lot of traveling this way, without having to leave my bedroom.

2 comments:

Libby said...

you know, sometimes those are the coolest times of your life! A lot of the time when i dream about the past, i'm totally healthy! i wouldnt trade those dreams for the world!!

Nea said...

Hi LIbby, that is what I am saying.......you understand. In dreams we are who we remember ourselves to be. and believe me, I look a whole lot better in my dreams. haha, and I feel better too. sigh

I wish I lived near you Libby, I would love to come over and we would go out for the afternoon....just toot around and do something fun.