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My Dreams Are Sometimes Very Vivid
By joseexist in Musings On Muses
March 6, 2010

My dreams are sometimes very vivid. Last night was no exception. The colors were bright, the scenery was detailed, and the many situations were varied and focused. I found myself in a short time loop with a famous physicist. There were three of him from three different times and each one addressed me with guidance in turn until the fourth time around. “Not yet”, was all they said at first. There was an unseen machine around a far corner that I had to repair. They (he) had already removed the broken part and I had the pieces needed for the repairs in my pocket. It was a brass coupling. I fixed it with what I had so things went back together but the device still did not work. I surmised that; if I could blow air thru from either end, then it was still broken. “It will not check” was all I said. We all walked down on a bright green meadow near the shore of a large lake and watched an old B-17 Fortress fly off into the distance. They were fearful of a possible air attack. A small black dot appeared in the distance and a jet aircraft screamed into view and passed over us. The only thing that fell from the sky was a single tuft of bright-white plumage. I tried to catch it with my fingertips but it would not settle between them. It was fine as silk but slippery as oily plastic. In its course it brushed my leg and something strange happened. Plumage began to spread over me. It grew like a cool magic wind. Once covered I faded back to my normal self but felt different, better.

Many recurring themes populated this dream. There were familiar streets, suburbs, strip-malls, and people as well. I sat in a booth in an open air restaurant amongst many friends and strangers. One woman sang an upbeat celebratory hymn. I felt like clapping and I could feel everyone wanting to move along to her voice. There were feet stomping and a bit of rowdy encouraging going on. At one point she stopped and looked over to a man in another booth. “Will you ever like that song?” she asked him. He shook his head and stood up, and walked away. The woman started to sing again and the euphoric happiness returned to the scene with the same enthusiastic comfort as before.

I met my ex. I asked her how my son was doing and she sarcastically replied that he was dead. I got angry and asked thru gritted teeth why I had not been informed. She just laughed and walked away. I followed her and along the way got help in the form of detectives and secret service agents. I have no Idea why they were working together. After reaching some precinct I was reassured that the situation would be resolved on all fronts. The alarm went off and I did not awake until 23 minutes later. I still made it to work on time today.

Those are but a few of the details. There are many I let fade with my sleepiness. My interpretation will be what it will be. Your conclusions will be what they will be. The sun will complete its arc across this hemisphere and the stars will follow. Few shards of the past litter the floor my repository of regrets. I’ve never felt a need to push a broom thru there. On the other hand, my room full of dreams has a door that never closes. I take great joy in the long full-speed dash I have to make to get thru that doorway. The hurricane of sensory overload hangs like a waterfall-curtain. Just beyond is an ocean of thoughts, fathomless, and full of sirens.