The Wonder of Dreams....
Often I wish someone would invent equipment/technology to monitor and film my dreams. How I wish I was smart enough to do so myself. In no time at all, I'd race past Bill Gates in the multi-millionaire stakes, I'm sure. I'd make my fortune and begin living the life I know I would rapidly become accustomed to. I know , in all honesty, I'm meant to be accustomed to that lifestyle. I turned left at the cross-roads instead of right...or perhaps I should have gone on straight ahead! I'm living in my present state of existence just experience what it's like for myself. Well, "Hughie"...enough is enough! I know what it's like...let's move on!
Last weekend, I had a dream. A dream, which continued over three nights. It was like a mini-series. Each night, the dream picked up from where it ended the previous night and so on. Even if I woke during the night in the midst of the dream, upon falling into sleep once more, the dream continued. It was if there was a comma at the end of the sentence, a full stop at the end of a paragraph or the page was turned to commence the new chapter. It was fascinating. During my waking hours, my dream remained vivid in my mind. I knew, without question or doubt, that that night the dream would reappear and chapter two, three, four or whatever would commence. The storyline was never repeated. In my dream the location was the same each night. Each night I travelled back to the location in my dream and continued living the experience throughout my weekend. It was like having a 'weekend away' when not having a weekend away! A "Clayton's Weekend", I guess one could describe it.
I have wonderful adventures in my dreams. Once I was riding with Genghis Khan across the plains of Siberia! I dream in full colour, huge screen, sound, smells, tastes, emotions...the whole catastrophe! In my dreams, I meet real live people and those no longer on this earth. Many of the people I've never met in my life and never likely to meet, but we greet each warmly as friends, because we've met previously, many times in my dreams. We converse discussing what we have done in between visits.
Of course, some dreams are not as pleasant as others, but they obviously are all part of the tapestry, rich or otherwise, of my subconscious/unconscious.
Each night upon going to sleep, briefly I wonder what my dreamworld has in store for me in the bewitching hours to follow.