Fishing for dreams
Dreams can be an
outlet valve of unresolved conflicts and bothersome conundrums. It is one of those
things that filters through the gills of my mind as I sleep from which I get
some oxygen of inspiration or the carbon monoxide of distress.
Strangely, I choose a
piscine analogy in a watery existence considering I cannot swim. This is
something others approach with ease that I am yet to develop any skill for. On
the matter of ease, it is dreams where the easy becomes insurmountable or impossible,
frustrated by thinking, people, events, or situations, sometimes working in
concert.
Beyond your self
Such one strives to
forget lest the concept takes any root and begins to impact the order of
things. Yet, dreams can change you, in some settings your agility is legendary
and superhuman, you can fly as long as you are far from those who think you
might be a witch rather than challenge their lack of imagination.
Elsewhere, you are
galumphing and hesitant, tardy and infirm, lacking in strength and resolve,
contrary to what you know you can do. I want to believe the hard is resolved
therein and in waking up, you are beyond it, that phase ending for something
new to happen. You just lost 2 hours of sleep after that.
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