Dreaming Leaves Trail Of Color

I like the night

Why not?

Red wine through water

Altering the color of my mind

 

Irrational fancy

Of future existence

Leaps of imagination

In the dusty recesses of my vanity

 

I am a dreamer

Finding my way by moonlight

I’m dreaming the hardest

That’s when I always think of you

 

If I ask you now, would you remember what you dreamed last night? Were you able to follow the plot, or did it have one? Was it in color or in black and white? Did it concentrate to just one theme or fragments of very short previews? Questions, I often ask myself each day when I have the time to think about what I dreamed while sleeping.

There is actually two kinds of dreams: One that happened when we sleep, and the other, the one which is more under our control, our aspirations, and goals in life. In its perfect sense, if it has some.

Sleep. Dreams are successions of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations that occur involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep. They mainly occur in the rapid-eye movement (REM) stage of sleep—when brain activity is high and resembles that of being awake. Oh crap! I’m not an expert on this. I’m often suffering from insomnia, so a straight 3-5 hours of sleep is great enough for me. Lately, with the help of sleeping aides like meds, warm milk w/honey, chamomile tea and lavender-scented candles, my relationship with sleep had improved a lot.

Dr. Seuss said, “You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.” I find this a little complicated. I’m sorry, Dr. Seuss. It might be just me, but I find it hard to sleep, not because finally reality is better than sleeping, but because I have a mind clogged with dreams. It’s filled with scenarios I truly wanted to happen. My dreams are so real to me. They are different viewpoints, recurring images, happy memories and some forgettable too, puns and lost hopes… I can’t say I’m not in love. In this case, I agree with Dr. Seuss. It’s not easy to sleep when you’re so in love, and the object of the super strong emotion is not yet with you. I wish sleep will be my best friend as soon as my reality is better than my dreams. Again, sorry Dr. Seuss, yes I’m admitting, I’m a girl of contradictions.

I agree more with Edgar Allan Poe when he said, “Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.” It’s been almost a year now that I’m using dreams for survival. Haha, don’t take that so seriously, or this post for that matter. My dreams are energizing me, they are keeping me alive, making me smile, and keeping me in love.

You may call me an escapist. But, am I the only one? Who’s not tired of the reality crap? The subdued, slow, stable everyday routines? You’re admirable if you were not. I am. But I’m surviving, because I keep on dreaming, and believing.

I can have it all. Just not all at once. I know this by heart. While waiting for my “someday,” I’ll be dreaming. It’s a great tool to use, when I’m tired of being me.

Yes, I believe you, Sir Aristotle, “Hope is a waking dream.”

 

Beneath

I let out a soft cry

Onto my melancholy pillow

I’d rather have the thought of you

To hold against my heart

 

I stand here watching you

So far away from me

I’d rather have the dream of you

With faint stars glowing

 

Pain is unseen

Daggers on my rainy days

I’d rather suffer the undying longing

The rich, elusive taunt of you

 

When will our silver-star shine?

Our paths are so endlessly long and aimless

Will you ever let me go?

Just like nameless winds slowly fading away

 

Every wound stings like fire

A destined journey to its finality

It’s like wings unfolded

Yet never allowed to fly

 

Only within the nothing lies the answer

My heart raced as I watch you stare into the faded light

A lost soul, I truly love

Behind a mask doth hide

 

A Short Excerpt From My Imaginary Novel

Honesty requires bravery all the time… As much as betrayal beseeches honor.

I feel his heartbeat against my cheek as fast as my own. His skin, slippery wet and he smells like cigar and my white cotton shirt sticks to his arms when he slides them around me. He presses his face to my neck and kisses me right above the collarbone, kisses my cheek, kisses my chin, my lips.

“Are you afraid of me Vivienne?”

“I am so terrified,” I replied with a smile.

“Sleep,” he says. “Nightmares won’t touch you, I’ll protect you with my bare hands.”

“Shhh…” I say, “Put your arms around me.” He slips both arms around my waist. I smiled.

“I love you,” I said looking straight in his eyes.

He frowns, trying hard not to smile. “Say it again.”

“I said I love you. I really do,” I said. He stares at me.

“I love you too,” he says.

Deceit… Lies implore commitment. Human frailties can excuse any evil.

 

The Power of 3

The Third Dimension. The Holy Trinity. The Triad. Three.

Have you ever wondered why at most times, we do things in threes? Its roots, stem from the meaning of multiplicity. Its creative power: Growth. Three is a moving forward of energy, overcoming duality, expression, manifestation and synthesis. It is the first number to which the meaning “all” was given. It is the number of the whole, as it has contain the beginning, the middle, and the end.

The power of three is universal and is the tripartite nature of the world as Heaven, Earth, and Water. It is human as Body, Soul and Spirit. Three is Birth, Life, and Death. It is the Beginning, Middle and End. Three is a complete cycle unto itself. It is Past, Present, and Future.

Three is the heavenly number, representing soul.

Pythagorean three means completion.

And of course, we’re all familiar with these: Genies always grant three wishes, there are three blind mice, three prince and princesses, three witches, three virtues of charity: Faith, Hope and Love, and who’ve grown not knowing, the three little pigs? All these among others, using the power of three.

One of my favorite numbers… Yes, it’s 3!