“The best thing about dreams is that fleeting moment, when you are between asleep and awake, when you don’t know the difference between reality and fantasy, when for just that one moment you feel with your entire soul that the dream is reality, and it really happened.” — Oprah Winfrey
“You are never too old to set a new goal, or dream a new dream. C.S. Lewis — Photo by Pat Bean
They Feel So Real
Gone are the days when falling in love, or lust, with my latest hero, Roy Rogers, Stewart Granger, Sean Connery, were the theme of many of my dreams.
Do cloud sulphur butterflies dream? — Photo by Pat Bean
Thankfully, also gone are the recurring nightmares of a dark figure standing over me that lasted into my 30s. It was always worse when I slept in a strange place. I once woke a whole household with a reactive scream when I awoke from the dream.
I banished that nightmare myself, the instant that I envisioned that dark figure as someone who was guarding me from harm. It’s amazing what the mind can accomplish.
These days I dream writer dreams, complete with well-thought-out plots and intriguing characters. When I awake from these dreams I want to go back to sleep and dream them some more, especially if I don’t know the ending of the story.
Then there’s my current nightmare, which almost involves me as a reporter involved in covering an important story. These dreams have to be a hangover from my 37 years as a journalist — and they almost always end with me missing a deadline and suffering the consequences. On awaking from these dreams, which seem so very real, I try to remember to tell myself it’s only a dream.
I haven’t yet thought of a way to end this nightmare. Perhaps I should just tell myself it’s OK to miss a deadline, but then I’m not sure I can even speak that sentence.
So what do you dream about?
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i bet all retired journalists have that dream, pat. I keep having it. Stupid damn thing.
They seem so real and I’m in such a snit before I finally convince myself it’s just a dream. The funny thing is they’ve gotten worse over the years since retirement, not better.
interesting…my dreams are somewhat similar in nature . I get just annoy when my dreams terminates before the gran finale…lol
Thanks for commenting Karmarni. Keep smiling.
thank you and you are welcome
Thank you for honoring us with your award. I know that state between real awake and real dream. and right now, I am living in the surreal. The dream really has nothing to do with your journal deadline. There is some work in your life you have yet to complete, when you have, the dream will no longer return. I know that dogs and cats dream, but butterflies…. – Lorian
You’re welcome dogdaz. I have a four-legged sleeping partner who snuggles up to me and makes my dreams sweeter. As for unfinished business, it’s probably finishing the final rewrite of my book, Travels with Maggie, who was my former four-legged companion. She, however, only liked to snuggle when it was really cold.
I don’t know what I dream about, Pat. I no longer seem able to retain my dreams long enough to even write them down. I can realize that I’ve had a dream but I go almost instantly from asleep to awake with no liminal period. I miss my dreams. They had some good stories to tell.
That’s really too bad Sam. I seem to dream more these days than I ever had. Well, at least I remember my dreams more when I wake up than I ever had.
I used to remember dreams really well, even one night when I had five – count em, five – in one night. I have several dream journals filled, but now, nada. I don’t know what that means, but it sucks.
I sometimes have multiple dreams and should write them down! Romeo and I loved the picture you used today.
Thanks Nancilynn. The photo is of a sunset over the Ohio River, where Gypsy Lee was parked for two nights.
My dreams, whenever I remember them, seem to involve very vivid color. I dreamed about a woman with sky blue hair and a dress of the same color.
I love color as everyone who sees my clothes or apartment could guess. So I find it interesting that I don’t think I see color in my dreams. Now that I’ve thought about it, and since my dreams often to have some vague connection to my days, perhaps that will change. Thanks for commenting L. Marie.
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Pat, perhaps your dreams about deadlines are indeed directing you to let go of
time constraints, perhaps other constraints as well. For years, I have been having the same dream about a house next to the ocean. The ocean is always beautifully blue, sometimes right up next to the house.This house has many rooms and sometimes I forget that there are rooms beyond the current rooms I am in. I still haven’t figured it out. I adore the ocean[water in general] go as often as possible to the beach and love to swim in my backyard pool. I know there is a lesson in this.