Dreams, good and bad, are a complex thing for us to experience. Think about it. Similar to a whole other virtual life.
The dreamer dreams the dream
Ever since I was young I have frequently listened to Take it to the Limit by The Eagles – just before I settle down for bed. It helps me relax. I am going to illustrate this post with some of the lyrics.
All alone at the end of the evening
And the bright lights have faded to blue
I have been known to have lucid dreams– this is when a person knows they are dreaming and have a certain amount of control within the dream. My lucid ventures would usually culminate with me dragging a complete stranger up an allay way and him fucking me senseless. What this tells you about me is another matter entirely. This type of activity is fun but quite tiring as part of your consciousness is involved.
But the dreams I’ve seen lately keep on turning out
And burning out and turning out the same
As a child I had many nightmares. The worst involving some looming dark shadow. But one that recurred time and time again featured a massive mountain with a deep ditch all the way around it. Then, where I was walking, a narrow path that circled the mountain. If you slipped or was not careful you could fall into the never, never land between the mountain and the path. Occasionally this would happen and I would wake with a jolt. But along the path there were many doors and my job was to find the correct door. I have no idea what I was looking for and I can’t remember if I ever chose the right one. It seems it was preparing me in some way for life – and yes in reality I have often chosen the wrong door!
And you can’t find the door
Can’t find it anywhere
Dreams come true
It was also when I was a child that I began to have the odd dream that seemed to predict the future in some way. I think we all do this but perhaps simply forget what the dream was about. If you’re a vivid dreamer I really recommend a dream-journal. This means keeping a pad and pen by the bed and writing even in the middle of the night if need be. Occasionally they were upsetting and sometimes strange but always they had a pattern – the people in them looking pretty much like they do in real life and didn’t morph into anything else. And all the dream fixtures and fittings perfectly normal too.
Most of my other dreams are like sci-fi movies and people turning into all manner of different things. Or I am with dream people, or in dream places, – those that only ever appear in my dreams and I have never met or been to in real life. Does this happen in your dreams too? Maybe we know the same dream people?
You know I’ve always been a dreamer
Spent my life runnin’ ’round
But this post is really about the dreams about my Man.
After going our separate ways in 1997 he was often on my mind. And I had a few dreams about him too.
We got back into contact 8 years ago .
Together in electric dreams
Then spent a summer of laughter and staring into each others eyes. It was an electric time for us both. Most nights I would dream about him. And almost as a sign when this period was coming to an end for us his presence disappeared from my night time visions. I never was one for long affairs, it tears me up inside as I have an inherent need for honesty. I wanted to share my life with him but still had to consider my children. Once again I walked away from him.
And it’s so hard to change
Can’t seem to settle down
I was dead inside for a while and again, as if reflecting this, I couldn’t remember my dreams. For a whole year we were not in any kind of contact and out of the blue one morning I woke up and nearly burst into tears. I’d had the most realistic dream about him.
It went like this.
And when you’re looking for your freedom
Nobody seems to care
In the dream I was free and needing to see him I went around to his flat. A stranger answered the door telling me that my man had moved to a different area. I took the address and set off immediately scared that it would be the wrong place or he’d be angry with me for bailing out that second time. But no, he opened the door and flung his arms around me, holding me close. It was clear we were together as we ran out of the flat and across a field stopping to kiss. He was mine I was his. All was right in this world, apart from one niggle. Even though it was obviously him he looked different to when I’d last seen him, just slightly. As we sat down on a park bench I put my hand up and stroked his right cheek.
“You look different to before.”
He replied, “it’s just time has passed, life happens and makes changes.”
I awoke and felt bereft not to be with him. I wrote down the dream and hoped beyond hope that it would come true, because at this point in time I had no idea if we would ever manage our lives so that we could be together.
So put me on a highway and show me a sign
And take it to the limit one more time
Indeed, another year passed and we were in contact by phone now and then. Eventually we did become a couple. So that bit came true.
When there’s nothing to believe in still you’re coming back
You’re running back, you’re coming back for more.
But what about the stroking of his right cheek in the dream? Well, shortly after I had that dream he became infected with Lyme disease and was pretty depressed. But things became worse when the right side of his face dropped – facial palsy. The muscles/nerves recovered somewhat but a little does remain changed. I have told him about that dream – we both agree it is one hell of a strange coincidence.