Dreamz
A shadow world, where we go in another state, altered, not of the waking world, passages, corridors, mystery abounds, a quest to find something, do something, and always the twists and turns change the outcome of our goals. A woman from my past wanders in and entices me again, as I speak with her she changes into another, and the conversation changes, and then I am going somewhere else.
Strange journeys in a stranger land, a person who I do not remember fondly, appears, steps out from one of these corridors and gives me an ominous look, then steps back out of view, when I awake I will remember this. An inclined plain or a hillside, I am walking up it, again I meet people who become other people, and what does this mean? What is the reason for these excursions into this other world, a world of the mind? Or is it real, in a spiritual sense perhaps? Is this a test of some sort? Is there a lesson to be learned?
Distant country roads leading to where? Houses down a street of where I once was? Geography from my history, from a mind that collects these memories and then puts them together in a most non-sequential spellbinding fashion. What will happen next? Are all these little enactments, these unusual events a permeation of the brain alone? Or is there a helping force, guiding, leading them to a kind of justice or judgment of the dreamer, or is this just a necessary diversion from logic to give the mind respite?
Recurring ones are:
The fear I will not know my lines for a play opening that night, since I never studied or memorized them—I had forgotten to do so! How could I? I must now invent some way to save myself and the performance—hide a copy of the script on stage? Fortunately, I always wake up before the curtain goes up.
I cannot find my car. Where did I park it? I feel it is in danger of being stolen and I must find it right away to put my mind at ease, but I can't find it, and then I discover it is gone—robbed again!
My deceased mother is alive in my dream, but she is a much younger, and she dances around me, swirling, twirling, she is so quick. I do not remember she could ever move like this, then she says something to me and I never can remember what. Then she is gone.
The shadow world, this other world, so intriguing, so fascinating, and also, at times, so disconcerting. Inexplicable and yet so imbued with meaning that I can almost grasp it and then it's gone.