Dreamers

“All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night, in the dusty recesses of their minds, awake in the day to find that it was vanity. But the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes to make it reality.”
T.E. Lawrence

"This mountain is where I participated in a ceremony to spread ashes of my friends father"

How much do you dream and when? During different periods of my life, sleep has come wearily and with no dreams or I’ve slept easily and long, but actively dreamed with a tremendous amount of lucidity.

I would suggest that ones position on dreaming has a direct correlation with their level of optimism and creativity in the waking hours. I know people who proudly state they never dream; I feel sorry for them, and myself when I’m in one of those phases in my life. Usually it occurs when I’m troubled or stressed. When I do have the occasional dream under those conditions, it’s often a nightmare. The last time that happened, I awoke looming over my mate, finding myself swinging wildly, unable to describe what I was doing, or able to comfort her, even apologize; I knew not from where it came.  I could empathize with those who want to avoid that at all costs, and just want a good nights sleep. Dealing with the day to day is enough. Secretly, at times like that I wonder if a coma wouldn’t be a decent vacation.

Lately though, my sleep has been delicious, deeply relaxing and restful, yet strangely lucid and conversant; controllable. I am also at a creative zenith, adapting my personality, my day to day habits, and “seeing” everything as if a new citizen in a foreign land. Though my eyesight isn’t what it used to be and I’m overdue for a new set of prescription lenses, I am taking things in with an acuity I’ve resisted for a while. I attribute these new experiences to a conscientious effort on my part to better myself, and that has been accompanied with a “I just don’t give a **** anymore” attitude towards some of the feelings and ideas I had been clinging to out of ritual and tradition. Mid-life crisis? Maybe, but without the sports car. More like a mid-life awareness.

Letting go of definitions, shaking the snow globe, seeing where the laws of Nature, my true core beliefs and value settle has allowed me to turn inward and intuit what’s next. I’m dreaming 24/7 right now. Some may call it strategic planning, acquisition mode, trimming the fat, whatever. I’m taking inventory, getting rid of items that don’t turn over and produce and replacing them with new ones. Who says? Who says I can’t or I shouldn’t? Those who can’t dream.

How goes your night?