Dreams in the Daylight

 Dreams can be so interesting.  Take a new medication and you never know what thoughts might visit you in the night.  Start new projects and again your brain will find unfinished stuff floating about and play with those new images.

I don’t always remember what I have been dreaming. Sometimes I get to enjoy snippets of sights, odd plots and feelings. I’ve read the recent theories of what my mind is doing and it sounds much less intriguing than the deep psychological babble of the past theories. And I am sorry to say that I have never taken up the habit of keeping a pad and pencil next to the bed in order to wake up and capture the miracle that unconscious imagination weaves together when left unsupervised. Any story plots will have to be found another way. I will admit to writing a few lines down later if I remember. Mostly they are gone, gone, gone.

I like the sweet dreams best. The ones that regardless of topic leave you with a feeling that the world is good and you were happy in that dream. You can actually feel the smiles that completed your face. The ones that leave you shaking with angry words spoken even in the dream or adrenaline for the deathly near miss, those I don’t hang onto very long. Then again some of them have been rung true and those angry words were those that in real life had been left unspoken. 

Last night I got to revisit Dale Hollow Lake, that family vacation spot of my childhood that always allowed us to spend more time with our father and relearn the art of sitting near water and being happy. Fishing poles could be involved but not necessarily so. Life was good and around me was the feeling that at that moment, that moment was "enough." I like that in my dream I could rearrange reality and see the old dock situated in the cove and not have to deal with the mega growth of boat storage areas, new highways and new improved floating restaurants and docks.  Our memories can shift through and do that for us. I thoroughly enjoyed the trip.

I can’t even tell you what I was doing out on the water last night but it was beautiful and knew where I was and as soon as I awoke I realized that as nice as the trip felt that the specific location did not exist anymore. So now I get to decide whether I want to feel sad that life keeps changing. According to the specialists even our memories are not immune to taking on a life of their own regardless of what some imaginary video record of an event might otherwise imply. So am I sad for the changes or am I thankful that I had some good experiences that gave peace to my spirit. 

I do want to be able to recognize the small blessings of wonderfulness should I accidentally or otherwise be so lucky as to wander through amazing experiences in the future. I hope that the future will hold opportunities to feel again like that sweet dream...only awake. And a hope that I will have the wisdom to recognize the moments when they come.