Dreams

I've a very vivid and active dreamlife. Going to sleep is not just sleep for me. Its growing and experiencing and learning and joy and peace and drama and fear and acceptance.

A wise man once told me that a person who doesn't dream is a dead person. A person may not remember their dreams, but they do dream. He told me that such a person is stagnant and doomed.

I think he was trying to make me feel better about my dreams. I've been thru many "stagnant and doomed" phases in my life. I've written volumes about my dreams. It does help get them out of my head by putting them on paper or in my computer.

I believe that sometimes we dream what we cannot express safely in our waking hours. We dream where we cannot go, we dream what we may not do, we dream what we are afraid of.......and so we dream.

What would happen if we dreamed someone else's dreams? What would happen if our dreams came true? What if life could be predicted thru our dreams? What if we remembered past lives thru our dreams?

Are dreams a gift from God? How many times are dreams mentioned in The Bible?

Last night I had a dream that has followed me all the day long. I dread having to re-dream the dang thing, which happens sometimes if I can't make sense of a particular dream or if don't pay attention to it.

Sometimes I have those "nonsense" dreams. I went for a year or so dreaming about Catholic priests, Saints, nuns, and religious services I have never attended. The Priest, very nice man, rode a bicycle everywhere he went. I can describe that man from the tip top of his head to the soles of his shoes--and his bicycle, too.

Anyway, last night's dream. And no, I haven't been licking paint chips or sipping moonshine or sampling prescriptions meds--nor illegal meds, thank you very much! (not)

Sometimes.......my dreams are too much of a burden to keep to myself. So, here's one for you.

I am tall and thin. I normally wear a uniform, most people know me by my uniform, but not tonite. Tonite I've got some new threads. I'm meeting my friends in a place I've never been to, but have always wanted to see. At first I didn't like these new shoes, but the saleslady told me they were the style. Now that I have some extra cash........well, I'm gonna be showing some style. Argyle socks is what they call these--- these socks is styling.

Now, tonite in this dream I am not me, I am a man. A tall, thin man with shiny new shoes and argyle socks. I have no idea what my face looks like, but I know the faces of the "friends" I will meet. I know the building I'm going to. I am proud of the new car I've parked in front of that building. I've been waiting a long, long time to go there.

It appears that the building is an old warehouse. The ground is wet, the air is damp, there are moisture droplets on my car. The two men meet me at the door and motion me inside. I walk the walk and I talk the talk....this is the new man I am.

I've come into some finances recently by dubious means. These men want to partake of my friendship in order to acquire their own finances.

The taller and quieter of the two is on my right. He is the door opener and closer. He walks behind me. The other one is always making some kind of noise, whether it be a whistle or a grunt, we know where this man is at all times.

We walk thru the darkened warehouse towards the left where I can see light shining up under a door. There are windows on that room like it was its own house. I can hear a tv playing from there.

The quiet one opens the door and goes in first, the noisy one follows and motions for me to go over to the corner where there is a livingroom-type situation set up. I was offered the easy chair, the two new "friends" sat on the couch.

I cross my legs and look at my shoes. Quiet man stares at the tv and noisy man stares at me. I am struck from behind and knocked to the floor. I hear noisy man laugh out loud. I never saw who hit me, but I did see noisy man's big knife. That knife had my last day all over it.

The noisy man jabbed the knife in the floor in front of my face while I screamed. His left knee in my back, his face too close to mine, his knife threatening me.

Each time the knife came down it was closer to me, each time I screamed the man made another noise. I begged him to stop, but he would not. Now, I wasn't going to get to spend my money.

The noisy man removed my right ear and layed it in front of my nose on the floor. He dug the knife into the floor in-between my nose and my right ear.

As I lost my nose, the quiet man finally made a sound. He told the big noisy one to get it over with.

The man who hit me from behind, the man who I never saw struck me from behind with a shovel. I was partially decapitated. At least, from the palate up.

Here I am earless, noseless and 1/2 headless. A man dying on the floor. I heard music as I died. The song? 'What a Wonderful World'.

I've done a LOT of dream research thru the last 20 or so years. Some dreams haunt me for days, some for hours, some are gone in a blip. Some dreams are my saving grace. But, why in the world do I have dreams like this?

This is a dream that makes me want to throw up. I shake as I write it and I've left some really juicy parts out. But, at least I will sleep now. This big 'un woke me up at 4:30 this morning and I am tired now.

This criminal, this former policeman, this now dead man with the new shoes and argyle socks. Who the devil is he?

According to all my dream books and knowledge YOU are always the "he" or "she" in your dream. I just have a vivid imagination. I enjoy writing. I read a lot. I watch horror movies. I watch junk tv.

They don't show crap like this on CSI. Do they? I hate that show. Goobery people diggin around on dead people. And here I am dreaming about them dying.

Torture and decapitation--well, partial, anyhow.

According to my latest dream analysis, this means I've gotten rid of something in my mind that was torturing me for a very long time. Boy, howdy.