There are mornings when I wake-up and I wonder if I’m really awake or if this is the dream part of my existence. I’m not being rhetorical – no Zen messages hidden between the lines, just a thought that occurs from time to time.
Dreaming is one of my favourite pass-times. I’m not even one of those persons that sleep 8 hours a day but when I sleep, I dream.
Some of the most beautiful journeys I’ve ever taken were while I was asleep. A beautiful trip through some fantastic countryside or exploring a dusty ancient mansion and so on. My favourite dream is a trip through a city with all it’s winding streets and plazas. Once in this city, I took a long bus ride, just enjoying the sights.
The people I meet are not always pleasant, sometimes they’re really scary sometimes silly and sometimes they’re people I’ve known but whom I haven’t seen in ages. I don’t remember ever meeting any beautiful mystical persons. Sometimes I don’t meet anyone at all but I hear a voice telling me this thing or that. This morning, I was having a Latin lesson – clearly a left-over from my evening out with a few of my students who were talking about their school days – however the last word I remember in the dream was not Latin at all but the Greek letter ‘iota’!
“To sleep perchance to dream” said the Bard through Hamlet, ” For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.” I wonder … what will become of ‘me’ when that day comes. Will this life become the dream … or will this energy that is me become part of the whole mass of energy that is the Universe blending everything into a non memory. Who knows.
in this dream
reflections of a puddle
without the moon
© G.s.k. ‘15