Dreaming – Haibun – April 25, 2015


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

16 thoughts on “Dreaming – Haibun – April 25, 2015

  1. Your haibun reads like a dream. The haiku at the end sums up that feeling of having dreamt all night but not having a clue what it was all about.


  2. How wonderful to be able to hang on to so much of your dreams, Bastet! The harder I try to hang onto mine, the faster they seem to slip away.

    Your haiku is perfect – mysterious as the dreams themselves. One of your best, my dear. 🙂


  3. Lovely, cara, I enjoy my dreams as well and your haibun is such a lovely journey for the reader with the haiku as a lovely conclusion. I was just talking to my son last night how I used to watch Italian movies in high school and understood a lot because I studed Latin for 4 years. I would have difficulty now though.


    • Maybe you’d have a little difficulty on understanding it when spoken …but with Latin and French you probably would have very few problems understanding it in writing. Glad you enjoyed the post.


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