65/365 dreams

Almost nightly dreams come, but it is a rarity to remember them.  I do know that I dream of working or being in hospitals a lot  Perhaps because I spent so many years doing so, but I wonder why it is so in my subconscious as to pop up in my dreams so frequently.  I also dream I'm on the campus of a college very often, another place I've spent a lot of time.
When I was younger I could astral project, a greater type of dreaming, really.  I would leave my body and do somersaults in the air, or travel, even.  I kept accounts of the experiences I had, and was even able to verify them from time to time.
I like to interrpret the symbolism behind dreams.  I think I have a knack for that.  At least it's fun to try.
When I was younger I dreamed of becoming a writer.  Today I dream of becoming a published writer.  Not sure what else I dream -- perhaps of surmounting my circumstances, such as they are.
It is good to sleep with a crystal in youre hand to help you dream.

one thousand days

I learned, from a native american elder, that when you make love with someone, they stay in your heart for a thousand days. That's a long time, and over the years I have come to believe it's true. Well, it has been a thousand days since my last great love, and in honor of that I've written a poem and done some journal pages to commemorate this poignant moment.
This is old news to me now, but it has followed my heart for many days, indeed years.

The "Creative Every Day" theme for this month is "Dreams" (last month's theme was "Words" and I've mixed them up together)... and so, I start with an old dream that is long gone.

Here is the poem, followed by the pages (which contain the poem as well, but it's hard to see/read. This is for two people (myself and my once other half-side) that have faded away into a memory.





One Thousand Days

It is one thousand days since I last held you inside
my heart is releasing you now
thousands of new tapestries are being sewn
just for this one moment

I have gathered you in bits and pieces
emails and envelopes tucked with boarding passes
ice cream sticks and Euros
our faces and
the hero dogs

I will glue colored pages with these images and words
and give them their small space in the book you gave me

write our story you said

A few pages of time will have to do
Tomorrow holds other stories

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(click pictues to see larger view)

that's the insomnia talkin'

I hold hard to dreams. It's only after reaching them, that I'm not sure what to do.
The problem with dreams coming true, is that, in reality, they are shaped so differently. .. less ethereal, more brick and mortar, flesh and blood.

something comes true
naked in all its expression
its realness less appealing

But sometimes

something comes true
naked in all its expression
and the dream is so insignificant
in the light of one real moment

This is just me, remembering dreams come true. :)