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Dream energy in this cloud of surreal time. The cloud has form, but no presence. The time has passage, but no existence. The dream is everything. Everything is nothing. And yet, it is.

A dream is the conditional tense of the psyche.

I dream-wander through a world that has no better meaning. I see, in the dark light, forms that are not there. I am not searching. I am not meaning. I am not. I am.

He lost a dream in the night. He would see it differently if he had to walk that way again. He would tread mindfully on the hallowed ground of night. But now was present. In a circle, there is no going back.

She had been asleep all these years. Even with open eyes, she wondered if she was really still sleeping. The half finished dreams, half realised truths – they would have to be stitched together, sewn into the fabric of her waking life.

Time has only a weak hold over dreams, and that night her sleep was so profound that she fell through the thin drumskin to a place without time. She saw all her teachers and heard their words.

They had both had an identical dream. It had affected each so profoundly that neither ever dared speak of it, thus changing the course of history.

He had not quite gone, like a dream that waits on a pillow for your head to return. But if the room was cleaned, would he be erased ? The energy that lingered, would it vanish if the dust was removed? It  seemed too great a risk to take.

On a summer’s night

I dance with you in my dreams.

We are but fireflies.