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
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.