Dream a little dream of me
Posted on 24. Nov, 2008 by Deb in Just.....Me
I’ve been remembering my dreams the last few nights. Not full-blown dreams like Melissa seems to do, just those traces of things. Last nights dreams were those frightful dreams…where I knew that I was dreaming and I told myself I was dreaming and that it wasn’t real. It wasn’t one of those chasing dreams, either. I wasn’t running. I was staying and standing up to the scary figure in the shadows, scared and shaking, but firm in my stance. I couldn’t see who – or what – it was, though I was sure it was a man. And though I wanted to run ot safety – and wake myself up – I didn’t run nor did I make the safest escape, which was to stop the dream….It was like it was the Ghost of Christmas Past.
I believe that often our dreams bleed from our subconscious stressors. I am so thankful for every thing that I have in life. I am. I just think that I am stressing a bit about the future and what is going to happen once this project is completed. I have a couple of business off-shoots I am rolling around in my head.
This has been an interesting exercise today. Traveling to just travel and reach a goal of sorts. Forced quiet. Forced time away from email and work. Strange in ways, but good.
I’ve really been just thinking…and it’s good, although frightening a bit to think so much with the peace and ability to just think. Maybe that’s why I stood my ground in the dream and didn’t run. I wanted to know what was lurking there in the shadows. Of course, I should remind myself that this innate curiosity about life can get me in trouble if I’m not careful since they say Curiosity killed the Cat.
Then again, didn’t the cat enjoy it right up until that last moment?