Time is mine

“It was all a dream…”

You can interpret that image in any way you would like. I found it on a website that deals with dreaming. Something that assures the dreamer that its ok that dreams don’t make sense or if they do to you it would be hard to explain that to someone else. That is what this picture is supposed to represent. You wouldn’t understand how real and vivid a person’s dream was until you experience the same thing, the emotions that were felt. That is the way life works. The things people go through, different paths we take that lead us on journeys, good and bad, that eventually intertwine with another path we take, while some will us to a dead end and we find that we have to turn around looking at the familiar things we’ve seen before, as well as seeing them from a different perspective, where we are forced to see the mistakes we’ve made and what went wrong as we made our way down it.

When I look at this picture, I find myself drawn to the darkness of it. I think that it represents the fear of the unknown that most people in life struggle with. If you don’t have a clear view, things get lost in the mix, you get lost. What lies within this darkness? I think the lighted parts are beautiful, and are meant to help to lead the viewer away from the dark side of this picture, providing a balance and that is exactly what we need in our lives balance. Balance of emotions, balance of time…etc.

I am straying away from the real reason I am writing this. I just woke up from a dream that I can say was probably the worst dream I’ve ever had. A nightmare, not a dream. It would be hard to explain the feelings I felt, to describe the images if I just went back to sleep after I woke up from it, but a nightmare like that made it impossible to sleep and has compelled me to write about it. I do love this, writing, the feeling of being inspired by something, as horrible as it was, I am glad it happened because it is one of those dreams that puts life into perspective. It is important to appreciate the things we have, to recognize people and their worth, what they mean to us, to try to stay positive. I let the bad outweigh the good sometimes and I shouldn’t, that is where balance comes in again. 

My dream…a heart stopper. Devastating. It is only a dream, but you go through these experiences while you are dreaming, the feelings you feel are real, your heart rate changes, as well as breathing…just because it isn’t really happening doesn’t mean it can’t have an effect on you in some way. For example, my dream scares me shitless and now I’m up at the ass crack of dawn writing about it. It was horrible. So it made me stop to take a look around in my own life (like Ferris Bueller says). I am here on this Earth, and that is real. I have time (as far as I know) to fill my life with good things, good experiences, good people, GOOD FOOD, learn from mistakes, not to dwell on my regrets, not to have any regrets :/ to live in the moment, to maintain responsibilities and to make life happen. I won’t write about my dream because it is something a bit more personal and I know that I will be the only person who truly understands it, everything about it, just as I wouldn’t be able to fully appreciate another persons dream because I didn’t go through what they did and have that experience. I’m going to try to sleep now. Peace be with everybody ☮ 

Two steps forward, five steps back… Never fails :(