Well, I won’t tell you about my dreams specifically, but dreams in general, now that is a subject…
One of the most interesting things about dreams is that they are not bound by our usual set of natural laws. Like Gravity, Time and my personal favorite, normal Perspective.
In dreams I am always seeing things from an unusual or in some cases an impossible perspective. I love it. Often the sky seems….closer and more intimate. Huge clouds seem very near, yet still in their rightful place in the heavens. And their colors are sometimes so complex. Contrasty, moody, gray-brown and golden orange. Like some of those pastoral paintings by Maxfield Parish I think it is.
Here he is:
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And when I think about it, it is often unnaturally quiet outdoors in dreams. Like the way it is just before a bad storm. All the animals know it’s going to be stormy and they find a safe spot and get quiet, waiting.
That same atmosphere can so often appear in my dreams, anticipation of. . What? I don’t know. But all the senses are heightened, giving a feeling of ultra vigilance. Pay attention now, don’t miss a thing!
And this uncertain aura bespeaks to me the idea that at every moment in the dream world, anything could happen, something disastrous or something fantastically wondrous. But one mostly teeters on the scale and you don’t know which way it’s going to go.
You know come to think of it, I think in my dreams I must be bigger!
That would make the perspective problem make sense.
In my dream world, I must have delusions of grandeur! I am a giant !
I’m walking in dreamland.
Walking with my feet ten feet off the earth.
Walking in dreamland,
But do I really feel the way I feel?
(Lapsing into the Memphis song, which is dominating all my personal humming time repertoire lately.
I could use a good dream, a really good dream. Do you think if you prayed God would give you a dream? I could try it and see what happens. . .
One more:
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