It must have been those cherries I ate just before I went to bed or something else because in my dreams I was witness to a murder!

This is fascinating to me mostly because I don’t dream. I put my head on the pillow and I’m out. Day in, day out. Month after month. Year bleeding into year, I just don’t dream.

The details of the murder are a little hazy. I know that a mother and their child were in my company and they decided to leave and an older woman with a fireplace poker smacked the mother right across the face. I was the witness from a fair distance. But that’s not the whole story. This wasn’t just a dream, it ws a piece of cinema. My mind pulled away from the scene only to return and show a camera close up of the moving hand of the child to let me know that the little girl would be ok. Than the scene panned out and I woke up.

It seems that not only don’t I dream, but when I do, Stephen Spielberg volunteers to direct.

I find dreams fascinating because they are so real and I have come to wonder what life we imagine to be real. The life we dream of living or the one we choose to live? We lived in a blurred reality and too many people limit themselves and have their limits play out in front of them. But it doesn’t have to be like that. 

We are powerful beyond measure. We can dream and make those dreams come true. Yes, we need a little help. We need a whole lotta practice and hard work, but we can get there. Every single one of us, without doubt, if we cared enough to do it.

I’m not sure when I am going to dream again, but I sure as hell going to tell you about it because it fascinates me to no end. If they are really good, I’ll turn them into short stories!


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