Dream Reflections…*..*..

 

It’s in my dreams I remember who I am and what I came here to do.

It’s in my dreams that I fulfill my purpose, not confined by physical limitations.

My imagination runs wild like horses on a meadow and I flow with them, along side.

My deepest desires reveal themselves to me, sometimes gently like a sun peaking over the

mountain side as it rises to meet the new day. Or intensely like a tiger chasing me till the point of

waking up.

I never know what I’ll meet or discover, what a perfect reflection of life.

In my dreams, sometimes I appear different, not myself, but the same. I feel like me, but there

is no physical reference to my body. I am consciousness afloat, as I take different forms.

I have never seen myself in a dream. I am as in real life, staring out from my eyes into another

dimension of reality.

Sometimes there lucid and I can control the way it unfolds.

Sometimes life appears in the same way. When my wishes become reality and I am convinced

that I could be a magician.

Sometimes, I lose control and become a victim of the circumstances that ensue.

Perhaps dreams are not so different from waking life. A symmetrical parallel universe, where

one wing of the butterfly is waking life and the other dreaming life. The only difference being that

in one our eyes our closed.

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3 thoughts on “Dream Reflections…*..*..

  1. You mean like “The Matrix”? When you are dreaming, you are experiencing one pill…and, awake, the other. Both worlds match up somehow. But, that doesn’t make sense until you can connect the dots. Sort of like analogies on school tests. Dream world is to real world as that flying tank I imagined is to __ in my real life.

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