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Dreams and Reflections

Spring rose

 

Dreams are said to be the language of God, symbolic messages. 

Dreaming is said to be a way our minds or inner being processes the day's events, thoughts and feelings.

Dreams are a way of putting the puzzle of daily life in order. A way of capturing the unconscious. A path to understanding the nuances that escape us. 

 

Evening rose

 

Do you remember your dreams?

Most of us do not remember our dreaming hours. Yet while we sleep our dreams speak regardless of our memory of them.

The dreams that do come to my waking mind are vivid, begging it seems to be understood.

 

 

Roses climbing

 

 

I like to think of dreams as songs: Often a song is playing in the background, as it plays I might feel it without being aware of its words or message. Later without knowing why, I catch myself singing the verse over and over. 

There is a message if I take the time to listen. Once I listen I often stop singing the verse, as if the song has been heard and the message no longer needs to repeat itself.

"The forgotten language of dreams, myths, and fairytales."

 


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Shakespeare writes in Macbeth… Dreams are the chief nourishers in life's feast…

I believe dreams speak to us of feelings and or thoughts that we have during the day that go unexpressed or unnoticed. Dreams are the language of the heart and soul. They are tools provided for us to explore our deeper reality. Those unexpressed feeling and thoughts, those small events that tug at our sleeve pleading for our attention, and even the conversations of words spoken but not heard, are transformed into dream language. Nouns, verbs and adjectives become people, places, things, colors, and distorted facts such as flying, or falling, and more. Everything in our dreams, each faucet, each person, or activity is used as a symbol, a symbol of our hidden self, to show us who we are.
 
When we sleep our mind gathers the day like hand-picked fruit and provides a symbolic dream feast… Our dreams want to nourish us, they point to the table of our soul and say come sit down, feast on the richness of your life.
 
Dreams are the language of our inner being longing to integrate into consciousness.
 
What did you feast on last night?

 

 

Cabient of curiosities corey amaro

 

Books I have enjoyed:

 

The Use of Enchantment and Fairytales.

 

Memories, dreams and reflections.

 

Comments

5 responses to “Dreams and Reflections”

  1. Toni

    Oh, how I love this post. I love the lingering feeling of dreams in the morning. I enjoy determining the meaning in my dreams. There are some that I just cannot puzzle out but perhaps it is as you said, processing the events of a day.
    thank you for your lovely roses.

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  2. Marilyn

    Sometimes I return to a place I have dreamt about before, sometimes dreams can be sad, and sometimes I wish I could step inside the dream and make it real. Your roses are gorgeous!

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  3. g

    I usually do remember my dreams and have had vivid dreams from a little girl on… some so vivid I remember them to this day-and I have come to recognize when I need to pay attention to a dream and when it might be to quote Charles Dickens “…a bit of an under done potato….”(from A CHRISTMAS CAROL) I have had religious symbols in my dreams and knew it- not religious dreams bur a chair made out of the most beautiful gold thread with scarlet red accents and the back was so high – disproportionate to the siting area I knew it was something special -that was years ago or the time a water snake bit me in the thigh coiled and I was in a canoe on a murky body of water and after this I spit my teeth out in our foyer-or the time there were fish piled on top of each other head to tail on the brick part of our front lawn and I was not yet a teenager having these dreams to name just a few-if I am bothered by a dream I look it up in a dream book I have-last night’s dream left me with a good feeling – I am fascinated by people’s dreams as well as my own and always have been-

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  4. penni brown

    The roses! wow
    Now as far as dreams, I usually have vivid dreams nightly and usually remember them the following day. Last night took my husband and I to a boat dock where a new cruise ship was being built, not yet finished, but close. And on the land across from the ship, a glorious temple to which we had made an appointment to attend and worship.
    As we were walking in, hubby got a call saying the builder’s of the ship needed him to consult on electrical situations and so, he was called to “work” and said I could go ahead to the temple without him.
    As I walked in I walked out of my unbuckled shoes and I continued to a huge beautiful crystal elevator. The temple interior was lovely and decorated with mahogany wainscoting, shimmery pearly satin on the walls, and lush carpeting that you just sunk into as you walk over it. The chairs and couches were all French Provincial covered in brocades with tones of pearly white, silver, and the slightest shade of blue. I went up 4 floors and then realized again that I didn’t have any shoes on, so I went back down to retrace my steps to find my shoes and by the time I found them I had missed the service. So I put my things back in the car and walked barefoot on the still warm from the day concrete sidewalk to the cruise ship to find hubby. The ship was days from being completed and just gorgeous. I went into another elevator and although there was an on/off button there were no specific floor buttons. I was told this was new technology and that it ‘just knew’ which floor you wanted, and took you there. I found hubby on the very top deck with a fantastic view through an almost completely glass walled room with wood floors and no furnishings – yet. He saw that I didn’t have shoes on, and politely said that regulations wouldn’t let me stay so I’d have to wait for him on the lower decks, so I got in the elevator and it anticipated the floor I’d want and stopped on the deck below. The door opened and it was elegantly appointed and beautiful in navy blues and gold. The room was divided in half with floor to ceiling glass French doors trimmed out in teak, with the front half of the room being an exterior deck with the floor above providing a ceiling. The sun had gone down and the city lights were out and gleaming off the water. The floors were beautiful teak wood that were polished like glass and also sparkled. I waited for hubby and when he came in we took a tour of the other decks, then left and walked back to the temple and walked around the grounds which smelled of orange blossoms and honey. We went inside after a bit and managed to get in on another session of worship and eventually ended up in a completely white and silver appointed room with the grandest chandeliers made of crystals that shown brightly and glimmered tiny rainbow prisms around the satiny walls. Couches and over stuffed arm chairs were scattered around the huge room, large white round tables in the center of the room, topped with grand towers of flowers in crystal vases that were incredible. We just stayed there and rested for hours and that’s about when I woke up.
    I woke up and still wondered what in the world happened to my shoes!

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  5. Kathie

    Most of the time my dreams are a crazy salad of the day’s events strung together illogically, sometimes with hilariously absurd results! Also, when I speak Portuguese in my dreams, listeners are dazzled by my eloquence and flawless diction — unlike in real life where I mangle the poor language mercilessly 🙂

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