The sun sets on another day…
Sunset was better than better and full of light and life as I frantically chased the sun on my mower, trying to finish before twilight swallowed the horizon and darkness fell across the land. I could have said “I watched as it got dark” but where would the fun in that be?
I was remembering a series of dreams and thinking about the power of dreams in our lives. I find it interesting in a recent documentary I saw that all dreams are made from our memories. I thought about that a lot for a while, and somewhere in the midst of it all, I laughed and cried BS.
I have solved major problems in my dreams and built everything from supercomputers to LASERs. I have fought monsters that have no name, and been involved with situations that are beyond belief. I seem to be missing those memories. I have read dozens of books on dreaming if not more, and they all say things a little differently. In the end they blend the idea that our subconscious thoughts and desires are at work, and in the process we find a way to see these thoughts in the form of dreams.
No matter how you slice it there are good and bad dreams and I hope you find your good dreams, and that those dreams come true.
So as the sun sets on another day, I just reread this and ick, not much there. Let’s just say that your dreams are a window to your inner self and I hope you enjoy living them each day. Enjoy your moments and lets make every day a day that is better than any dream, no matter what.
Sleep sweet, love deeply, and pleasant dreams…