Friday, December 3, 2010

Dreams Are Taking Over My Real Life

LAST night I had the most vivid dream: I was with a guy and enjoying myself, laughing and having a good time. I was back in high school, I think, because there was my Latin teacher! She was very disapproving, thinking perhaps it was time to get back to work in school. Hit the books. Conjugate verbs. All that kind of stuff.
But looking at the guy - can't really say who he was* - I suddenly realized I was in love. Deep, true love. I was thinking in the back of my mind about how I was going to break this to whoever I was currently dating - or married to - but I had such a good feeling. It's not often you get back a memory so vividly and get to experience once again the actual brain euphoria falling in love brings.
It affected me even through my morning as I worked away in my office. Every once in a while, I would think about how good I felt and start thinking about my dream and how I was in love - wait, that's a dream - yet it seemed almost more real than my actual life.
Almost all my dreams in recent months have seem so vivid and they've taken up a good share of thinking time as I turn them to and fro in my mind.
In one dream I got to hug my grandmother again. In another I fall in love. I can't recall some of the others, and I'm not saying I'm turning into a mental case and not able to separate real life from dream life. It's just that they are so intense - and mostly pleasurable.

Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. - W.B.Yeats

Sweet dreams - femminismo
*p.s. I do know, but I will not tell.
p.p.s. The photo is of Rupert Brooke, a war poet, and the image is from the Google collection.


Steve said...

I once kept a dream diary in my twenties and was often dismayed at how much more interesting it was than my real life diary!

Lori Saul said...

Dreams are amazing channels to one's inner life. They are in a way an art expression- I use them as inspiration. Loved looking at your lovely blog filled with wonderful art and words!

Fresca said...

I want that dream!

Laura said...

I love my dreams. Much of my writing starts with the recollection of a dream. This is a magical post. Thanks.

acornmoon said...

tread softly and dream on!

ArtPropelled said...

"I do know, but I will not tell" ...... now this is making me all the more curious. I just wish I could remember my dreams or if I dream at all.

Anonymous said...


some may say you actually DID hug your grandmother, and you DID meet this guy, only in some other place where you travelled to, which is just as real to them as this place is dreamy....

Candace said...

I'm a little behind here but bear with me and blame Quantum. String theory. Parallel universes. I rest my case.
(Who would have thought a poet could look so dashing?!)
Candace, Still in Athens