Saturday, May 14, 2011

And She Would Say: "Today You Believe In God?", And He Would Say: "Today I Believe In Love"

What is being awake if not interpreting our dreams, or dreaming if not interpreting our wake?

Sometimes when I'm having a bad dream, I realize that it's just a dream and I immediately wake up.

My reality and my dreams are starting to have strange coincidences. Everyone has their own beliefs, and I myself am very open minded to this. If I do hold some power to analyze dreams I would very much welcome it. I was interested in dream interpretation from a very young age, and now more than ever, my dreams are getting bolder, stronger, and linger in my mind for days.

It is very rare that I wake up in the morning and forget my dreams. I've made a habit in the last few weeks to write them down in a notebook beside my bed, and then interpret them on the other side of the paper. I'm worried about getting to the point where I may fear my dreams.

A few months ago, I had a very vivid dream about my brother in which he fell, resulting in a head injury. I was so shaken by this that I wanted to call my parents-- who were on vacation at the time with my brother-- and tell them to cancel all of the activities they had planned. I was scared something might happen. After calming down I realized the likelihood of them cancelling their fun plans just because I had a bad dream were slim. A few days later my brother experienced a life-threatening complication with his diabetes in the middle of the night. It gives me chills to this day to think, "what if" no one had woken up to intercept.

A few days ago I had a dream about giving CPR. I remember feeling nervous. I had this "life-or-death" pressure on my shoulders and I felt desperate. I needed that heart to start beating. Today I found out that my grandmother's heart stopped. She's in the hospital and recovering, and so am I, from this new pain in my heart. Maybe the heart palpitations I've had lately were warning. Perking my heart up to let it know it's going to need to be strong. After hanging up the phone I got down on my knees and prayed through sobbing and tears. Never have I felt so helpless or prayed so hard. I never know what to say. Am I supposed to know how to say something that will pour this all out of me and fill me with peace?

Heavy boots today.

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