dreams

angel wings


Weary. Wasn’t sleeping last night,
My soul wandering,
It wandered about time,
And it scared me a trifle. [It scared me exceedingly.]
Couldn’t figure how to place things.
What’s real? What belongs with my dreams.
Pink chiffon and music,
Footsteps …
And angel wings.

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2022

quiet

I dreamed there was an apparatus that could remove color from life. A device that could flip some switch to colorless. Like an unusual variety of color blind where everything goes black and white and gray. I felt the urgency of the dream. Not necessarily the craziness, but I felt the urgency.

In our dreams…in all our dreams, I suppose…everyday endeavors drag mentally. Our movements are ineffective, slow, tortuous. Navigation is near impossible. In this dream, I had some important assignment related to color. It required painting or coloring, and I stood challenged, facing a wooden color wheel and pondering the task at hand.

It was critical. Either I accomplish this task, or all sense of color would be gone. Luckily, dreams seem to end as haphazardly as they begin, and before the need for realization.