Seems ,,,
always , there's some dream that returns ,,, ya catch on that your dreaming ,,,
and you change the outcome of the dream to quell the trauma you may have awoke to ,
from it's first running .
and to the point , Dreamed a re-run of an old dream ,,
The end of which , was a scene , where , as she falls away from my arms ,,, into
what appears to be a Dark Tunnel ,, her eyes so soft and peaceful ,,, and I , in such Panic ,
I scream while I attempt to reach out to her ,, grabbing at air ,, lost grip ,,,
and she's gone ,
gone from my life and our love ,,, her soft eyes , fade to empty .
Last night during the re-run , I caught on to it being that dream again , held my sleep rather
than wake fully ,,, and held onto her with all my might ,,, pulled us away from the Portal , and
back into the World ,,,
Looking into those eyes ,,, passionately kissed her throat ,, set her down to the floor ,,
we lay facing each other , felt her tears run down my bicep from her cheek
,,, and her sigh ,,, saying : " Good Night " as those Lashes , long and Dark ,,
closed over those soft eyes .
Then I allowed myself to awake in full .
Gasped at first ,,,
Loss ,
Waking Epiphany ,,, Those are the best , such insight we have in them .
So much the medicine we need at those dark times .
Loss , and nothing have I faced up to since .
So I've been the Baby this time ,
I've no idea who the Woman in the Dream is ,,, except for the eyes , I can't
recall her facial features ,,
From the feel of emotions in the dream ,,, I loved her very much ,,, odd that ,
without knowing who she is .
Dreams are Odd like that ,,, I know ,,, but this one returns as though it has a Message ,,
and the effects are heavy on me ,,, and in that , I believe the dream has import .
Ok , so , as we all do , I begin to engage inner inventory ,, reviewing my own make up ,,,
" Let me see here ,,, well , Artist ,, yep , I do sketch , um,, Poet ,, yep,, Lyricist ,,, yep ,,
musician ,,, yep ,,, Writer ,,, yep ,,, Passion ? equals that I do have a bit I guess ,,,
Generous ? yepper again
Thoughtful of others ?
for those my sillyness decides .
Inventory got some damage my boy ?
Oh come on ,,, does a sieve have holes ?
So , sensitive , passionate ,,, creative people are afflicted ,,, Loss ,,,
hammers them hard .
Like the opening line from that One Song I wrote : Soul Sediment
She stands to reason
what cannot be felt
her heart in season
no doubt she feels it swell """"
The Sensitives ,
we feel others feelings and try to reason with those , hide our own feelings ,
and try to express them through release via our Art ,,
Masking those feelings in Art , so we may release the emotions behind the feelings
without exposing ourselves openly admitting to others , our true feelings .
Confused yet ?
Ok then
The dream , seems it comes back when ever I am under extreme emotional
distress ,,,
My subconscious desired for me to have closure , and the Closure comes
with realizing it's a dream and changing the outcome .
and closing the portal of Loss .
Ergo , subconsciously , I woke myself enough to change that outcome .
The Back mind is pissed at my Front mind for not getting past the Loss .
Sound true ?
Kinda a struggle to word it just right , probably because , illustrating what
it is to reason out feelings felt , is always an internal battle .
One that Pictures cannot properly portray .
So , other people who feel from a loss , I feel of them , and you know what ?
It hits hard , and ,, my wordsmith talent bites when it does .
I want to say to them ,,, actually , give my feelings to them in words .
That's the Switch as well , To lay aside the work on self , and attempt to
sooth another person instead .
To the Sensitives , Harsh , Sad , desperate Vibrations , effects us like Hair Afire ,
As having Ultra Hearing , a slight irritating Noise , becomes Grading .
The Recurring dream , is one that is Logged into the Subconscious , which created it .
Created from the effects experienced as residue of Trauma .
Somewhere Back there in the Ashes of a Past , that the Mind can neither destroy nor Deny ,,
Resides a Handful of Cinders which were never completely extinguished .
Those Cinders , The Foundation on which the Dream/Nightmare is Built .
The Subconscious Demands , these to be dealt with and laid to waste .
Until that is met , these Dreams will continue to pester the Afflicted .
~~~~~~~~~~ Comes a Light , Then Joined by others , Becomes the Guide ~~~~~~~~
always , there's some dream that returns ,,, ya catch on that your dreaming ,,,
and you change the outcome of the dream to quell the trauma you may have awoke to ,
from it's first running .
and to the point , Dreamed a re-run of an old dream ,,
The end of which , was a scene , where , as she falls away from my arms ,,, into
what appears to be a Dark Tunnel ,, her eyes so soft and peaceful ,,, and I , in such Panic ,
I scream while I attempt to reach out to her ,, grabbing at air ,, lost grip ,,,
and she's gone ,
gone from my life and our love ,,, her soft eyes , fade to empty .
Last night during the re-run , I caught on to it being that dream again , held my sleep rather
than wake fully ,,, and held onto her with all my might ,,, pulled us away from the Portal , and
back into the World ,,,
Looking into those eyes ,,, passionately kissed her throat ,, set her down to the floor ,,
we lay facing each other , felt her tears run down my bicep from her cheek
,,, and her sigh ,,, saying : " Good Night " as those Lashes , long and Dark ,,
closed over those soft eyes .
Then I allowed myself to awake in full .
Gasped at first ,,,
Loss ,
Waking Epiphany ,,, Those are the best , such insight we have in them .
So much the medicine we need at those dark times .
Loss , and nothing have I faced up to since .
So I've been the Baby this time ,
I've no idea who the Woman in the Dream is ,,, except for the eyes , I can't
recall her facial features ,,
From the feel of emotions in the dream ,,, I loved her very much ,,, odd that ,
without knowing who she is .
Dreams are Odd like that ,,, I know ,,, but this one returns as though it has a Message ,,
and the effects are heavy on me ,,, and in that , I believe the dream has import .
Ok , so , as we all do , I begin to engage inner inventory ,, reviewing my own make up ,,,
" Let me see here ,,, well , Artist ,, yep , I do sketch , um,, Poet ,, yep,, Lyricist ,,, yep ,,
musician ,,, yep ,,, Writer ,,, yep ,,, Passion ? equals that I do have a bit I guess ,,,
Generous ? yepper again
Thoughtful of others ?
for those my sillyness decides .
Inventory got some damage my boy ?
Oh come on ,,, does a sieve have holes ?
So , sensitive , passionate ,,, creative people are afflicted ,,, Loss ,,,
hammers them hard .
Like the opening line from that One Song I wrote : Soul Sediment
She stands to reason
what cannot be felt
her heart in season
no doubt she feels it swell """"
The Sensitives ,
we feel others feelings and try to reason with those , hide our own feelings ,
and try to express them through release via our Art ,,
Masking those feelings in Art , so we may release the emotions behind the feelings
without exposing ourselves openly admitting to others , our true feelings .
Confused yet ?
Ok then
The dream , seems it comes back when ever I am under extreme emotional
distress ,,,
My subconscious desired for me to have closure , and the Closure comes
with realizing it's a dream and changing the outcome .
and closing the portal of Loss .
Ergo , subconsciously , I woke myself enough to change that outcome .
The Back mind is pissed at my Front mind for not getting past the Loss .
Sound true ?
Kinda a struggle to word it just right , probably because , illustrating what
it is to reason out feelings felt , is always an internal battle .
One that Pictures cannot properly portray .
So , other people who feel from a loss , I feel of them , and you know what ?
It hits hard , and ,, my wordsmith talent bites when it does .
I want to say to them ,,, actually , give my feelings to them in words .
That's the Switch as well , To lay aside the work on self , and attempt to
sooth another person instead .
To the Sensitives , Harsh , Sad , desperate Vibrations , effects us like Hair Afire ,
As having Ultra Hearing , a slight irritating Noise , becomes Grading .
The Recurring dream , is one that is Logged into the Subconscious , which created it .
Created from the effects experienced as residue of Trauma .
Somewhere Back there in the Ashes of a Past , that the Mind can neither destroy nor Deny ,,
Resides a Handful of Cinders which were never completely extinguished .
Those Cinders , The Foundation on which the Dream/Nightmare is Built .
The Subconscious Demands , these to be dealt with and laid to waste .
Until that is met , these Dreams will continue to pester the Afflicted .
~~~~~~~~~~ Comes a Light , Then Joined by others , Becomes the Guide ~~~~~~~~
Dreams can be interesting like that, I've had a few with people I knew in other lifetimes but not this one. They are another life.
