Dreams

     Like music(last post), dreams are a powerful thing.  One's hopes and ambitions are certainly powerful, but I'm writing about the dreams you have when you're asleep, in another world, with no control or consciousness to guide you.
     A good dream can have you waking with a smile,  a great start to the day.  Sometimes you wake too soon, wanting more, or wanting to replay and relive the whole thing, because dreams are funny...they fade too fast, at least the good ones.  Sometimes you can't remember much or anything at all specific but you still wake with a great feeling, and start the day out on the right foot.
   Bad dreams are, for me, the total opposite in every way.  Obviously they are bad, not good.  But they can start your day in a foul mood, and seem to stick with you no matter how hard you try to forget.  Instead of wanting to replay or relive them you want to delete them.  And for some, these become recurring dreams-talk about hard to forget!
  The past two mornings I woke experiencing one of each.
  This morning was not so good-my dream was basically a replay of the last year of my life, an endless and brutal hashing of divorce details (kids, money, business) and therapy with my ex.  Talk about waking in a foul mood!  I had just lived through this and am  now starting to put it behind me and then I have to deal with it again...in my sleep!
  Now yesterday was a different story.  It's a little fuzzy and vague, like dreams often are.  The memory of it begins with me hanging with some old (college?) friends that I had reconnected with, having a good time talking, eating, and drinking at some restaurant. But what really had me waking with a smile was the woman I met (the woman of my dreams?), the owner/waitress at the restaurant. Nothing erotic-honest.  It started with eye contact several times across the room, followed by simple small talk.  As we were all leaving I was (pleasantly) surprised when she approached, arms wide, demanding a hug goodbye.  I gladly obliged and this time I surprised myself when I kissed her.  Now in reality, I am quite shy, and not at all forward with women.  But in my dream there had been a definite connection, plus it was a dream, I must have felt emboldened by her advance and seized the moment.  Of course the dream ended there, and I woke wanting more- not sex necessarily (although...)but wanting to know more about her (can't even remember what she looked like-odd!) and wanting more of that good feeling-somebody likes me, wants me, and I like and want her too.
   I felt as strongly about my ex as I could ever conceive of feeling, and I  never had a doubt that she felt the same toward me (guess I took that for granted, eh?). But suddenly it was over (for her).  Because of this I have had extreme doubt that I would ever be able to trust in my feelings for someone else or their feelings for me.  But my dream has given me hope as well as confidence, combining to form an optimism I hadn't felt in a long time. That's the power of dreams.

This has been much more succinctly and beautifully related by one of my favorite bands-The Allman Brothers' song "Dreams"

Just one more morning, I had to wake up with the blues
Pulled myself outta bed, put on my walking shoes
went up on the mountain, to see what I could see
the whole world was fallin', right down in front of me

Cause I'm hung up on dreams I'll never see
Ah, help me baby, this will surely be the end of me

Pull myself together, put on a new face
Climb down off the hilltop, baby
Get back in the race

Cause I'm hung up on dreams I'll never see
Ah, help me baby, this will surely be the end of me, yeah

to enjoy the amazing jam as well as the meaningful lyrics check this out
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hwxsF9FCE0Q

Peace to the planet...