Monday, June 27, 2011

The Dream


Once upon a time, in a land far away, before my reality, I fell in love with a dream.  It was a beautiful dream,
filled with a rainbow of wonderful emotions that danced across my sky.  The kind of knee weakening, butterfly in the belly dream that you don't want to wake from but would rather snuggle down under the sheets pulling the pillow up over your head to get lost in.

I got so caught up in the dream that it began to transcend my reality. I'd wrapped myself in the feelings of euphoria, bliss, excitement, happiness and love. But alas, the dream was but a dream and soon it
began to change.  The kaleidascope turned, the shards of colored glass tumbled, and the beautiful feelings were no longer quite so beautiful.  

Some sneaky little feelings, "disappointment", "heartache", and "pain" raked their fingers across my emotions. picking at them, leaving them raw and me feeling vulnerable. The feelings did this any time the dream began to lose shape, shimmering, wavering, it's substance tearing along the edges. Each time this happened, the dream became weaker, slowly losing it's hold over me. My conscious mind could no longer accept the fragmentation of the dream. It was time to wake up.

I can't say exactly how long I was lost in the dream but I was there an awfully long time.  I was held there by an innocent childlike wonder at all it's pretentious beauty.  A sense of awe kept me spellbound.  A belief that somehow I could make it all REAL lulled me with false promises. The dream had lured me in with beautiful pictures and lovely words.  I was totally caught up in the illusion.

I was both sad and scared to emerge from the dream, but as with many things, my emotional rubber band had snapped, catapulting me into action, thrusting me back into the real world.  On shaky legs, I stood gazing about, blinking my eyes against the  blinding light of my reality.  Silently, I took stock of who I'd become since my last visit here.
  
I didn't rush through my assessment. I took my time, reviewing how the dream had impacted me, asking myself if it had changed my reality in any way and questioning how I myself might have changed throughout the dream state.  I knew that I had evolved. I'd emerged from the dream with a new understanding.  I'd become stronger, wiser, less encumbered, more empowered.  I'd been and  had all I ever needed BEFORE the dream.  I could be and have so much more now. And so I emerged from the dream (reluctantly) confident, excited, knowing who I am and all I'm capable of doing. I have a new purpose. 

Funny thing about dreams.  They have no substance.  They're only an illusion of our altered reality.  Whereas reality...reality has meat.  It has substance.  It's the clay we mold to define our existence and we define it the way WE choose it to be.

15 comments:

  1. Beautiful.... been there................

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  2. Judy, I know you have (((hug))) . It's one of the reasons I adore you.

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  3. Wow! Beautiful writing! Love your blog and am subscribing now! Great stuff

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    1. Thank you :-) I need to get back here and update more often. Busy writing and got a little lost.

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    2. Holly, I'm trying to follow your blog but it keeps kicking me off :-(

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  4. Sometimes we get to take the best glimmers of dream and weave them into our reality.

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    1. I love the way you stated that Gene Pool Diva!

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  5. Great post! This is something we all can relate to. Waking up is the place we all have to come to in order to move forward. Doesn't necessarily kill the dream but if we're willing to work at the changes then we may one day accomplish that dream.

    I truly appreciated this post and your writing style. Nice. =)

    Blessings,
    Daniel L Carter

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    1. Thank you Daniel. I appreciate your comment :-)

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  6. I agree with Gene Pool Diva. Dreams are more than just illusions. They are something we create in our minds. If we can create them in our minds we can create them in our realities. A dream I had years ago I incorporated into the novel that is now nearly completely edited. It's not my reality, but is a reality that I created in my imagination. Don't give up so quickly on your dreams. They can be so much more than vapor if we allow them.

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    1. Thank you Donna. I appreciate your insight. I agree, we should always follow our dreams IF our dream is our passion. Great comment, btw.

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  7. Please don't take this wrong, but other people's dreams are BORING. I journeyed to your blog to read something with substance. Too many empty words just taking up space. I know you can be more effective. It needs an edit. You ran a chance to grab me but lost out because of inefective writing. People love to dream,but to expect people to be impressed with your writing you should show a more compelling style or chose a more compelling subject. I apologize if you take offense.

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    1. No offense taken. This post is illusory only. To those familiar with me, they understand my blog is my mental gymnasium. It's where I loosen up prior to any serious writing. All input is welcome.

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  8. Anonymous, I really wish you had posted under your own name so I could have an opportunity to read some of your writing. It seems you are quite eloquent in spite of the typos in your comment ;-) Please feel free to return and enjoy future blog posts.

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