Dream Weaver

The sound of the voice was almost Heavenly. One of those voices that are mixed with a choir singing in a church. Almost like the angels were all in unison with the forces of the Thereafter. I do not want to state this in hyperbole terms. The worst thing to do in writing is to overwrite, or, writing that tries too hard. But, I know what I heard and it sounded very holy...... Recently, I had a strange dream. It was the last dream before I woke up in the morning, so, it is the most prominant dream of the night. My dreams have always been endlessly fascinating to me because I have always had a strong imagination. In slumber, magnify those thoughts and you have some quality entertainment going. Like all of you, my dreams show some sense and some head scratching. We have all had that dream that you are in some place familiar, yet, when you wake up and try to piece together what the dream meant, it doesn't add up. You know the area very well in your subconscious, but, the conscious shoots down the blocks of logic. Some dreams mean a lot, some are filler. Some please you enormously, some scare the hell out of you. My dreams are filled with energy, which is probably why I move around a lot in bed when I sleep. Some women I have been with say I spin this way or that on a regular basis. I may not show a lot of piss and vinegar when I am awake. In sleep, I am a house on fire...... So, the dream the other night unfolded like this. I was walking in the past. It was my parents house, the house I grew up in. In the backyard there were several animals slowly walking--- in a fog---- towards that haunting voice. That voice was saying one word: ''Mommy''. Watching the scene from behind the screen door I noticed that the slow motion of the animals were being drawn towards the voice [ remember, it sounded like a church choir] and, the animals were being driven upwards towards the sky. Suddenly, my sister's dog appeared in my arms. This dog is one of those snowball type of small dogs. I knew that I needed to protect this small dog because the other animals suddenly became predatory. I had the sense that the dog would be torn apart by the other animals had I released it. I was the protector. While all of this was happening, the choir and the multiple voices were singing, in that Heavenly voice, ''Mommy'', over and over again. It was a comforting sound. I felt warm and in touch with whatever the next stage of life is. In my dream I found myself starting to go towards that voice. Then, I woke up...... The obvious explanation of the dream comes immediately. I was, subconsciously, calling for the love and comfort of my Mom's embrace to save me from the wild and dangerous world. The animals represented the dangers of the world. And, me, longing for the safety of a Mother's arms. No other place in your life offers the safety and comfort and love than a Mother's arms. So, I get that part of the dream, that a part of me [ and, all of us] will always long for that embrace. Combined with the fact that she has been gone many years, brings the Heaven connection in. I understand the spine of the dream. But, I look deeper into dreams..... The human mind is a vast warehouse of memories and thoughts. It is said by scientists that we only use a small portion of our brains in life. If true, then the untapped part of our brains must be wired into some force not of our conscious. Perhaps, that is the genesis of dreams.... I am no expert, to be sure. My thoughts are purely speculative. However, I have always put a lot of stock in what we dream about. Dreams do contain our fears and desires that are buried in our mind. Hope and pain run parallel in our day when we are awake, so, naturally, it spills over into our restful slumber. Now, this is where I may be completely wrong, but, I also believe that dreams show us the next life and how we communicate with that life. I have had those moments when people I have loved have come to me and dropped off a touch of their magic. Usually, these are fleeting moments, but, during those moments, a feeling is passed between them and me of happiness and contentment. They smile and say nothing. That smile, though, speaks volumes of the warm and comforting feeling they have governed to me. I am always charmed by the visit and look forward to return visits. They, sadly, do not happen often. I am always there, though, for the reunion...... Dreams also allow the viewer to enter into a world of imagination that we can't practice in our everyday life. I meet the famous in my dreams and hobnob with them with great joy. I have had extraordinary conversations with historical movers and shakers. We are all roaming the same orbit on even terms. No one is superior, no one inferior. So, I gladly give advise to Jesus while I bask in his greatness. Abraham Lincoln thrills me with his oratory, while Bogart shows me the fine art of getting hammered. All of these people are welcome to swirl around with each other and intermingle. And, of course, the hot women in history are always most welcome. Cleopatra with her sexual overdrive. Marilyn Monroe cooing in my ear her version of ''Happy Birthday'' [ JFK gets pissed ]. Megan Fox begging me for a moment of my time to satisfy her every need. Faith Hill getting jealous about my attention being directed at Megan. And, me, the PEACEMAKER, the person who loves bringing people together, showing Megan and Faith the benefits of loving each other while I proudly watch their reconciliation. All are welcome in the kingdom of my dreams..... I also have the dark dreams. I have had the dreams of being pursued and being caught. For some reason, a wild animal attacking me has always haunted me in my sleep my whole life. Alligators chasing me. A big toothed animal-- a monster, really--- closing in on me and ready to rip me apart. I have also had the murderers following my trail, attempting to do me harm. Like everyone else, I wake up, not so much in a cold sweat, but, with my heart beating faster. I guess I have a lot of internal fear in me. In my sleep, good and bad mix with my soul's fears....... An interesting thing happened to me when I started working at a school several years ago. You know that dream you have of being in high school again, and, reliving the anxiety of your teenage years? Well, that dream went away from me when I started at the school I work at now. Now, I have the opposite dream. About the real world and working in it again. Because I was in sales for many years, those dreams are now about me unable to meet a deadline and feeling the fear of losing my job. But, the school dream is no longer part of my nocturnal imagination..... I have very familiar people, regulars, in my dreams. I call them my ''Dream Friends''. When I wake up I have no idea whom they are, but, under the influence of a deep slumber I find them very familiar. They are always there for me. They might be holdover friends from a previous life who have decided to cross the bridge with me into this life. They are nameless, with no personal history or distinctions to their beings. However, they are there for me, non-judgmental, ready to ride with me on my dream cycle. Like the very real loved ones that I have in my awake life, these ''Dream Friends'' are forever seared to the core of my soul...... A frustrating thing for me when I sleep is my lack of eating food. More specifically, my tast of food. All of you know how I love to glory in the world of gluttony. I am a fierce supporter of eating unhealthy foods that will shorten your life. Granted, its not good that it will kill you before an old age, but, at least, you are going out on your own terms. To me, the ultimate bad dream and nightmare is to be attacked by a big salad. No, I have dreams of my Mom's cooking. This Irish beauty, with the patience and love of an angel [ which, she is in Heaven, along with my Dad, Brother, and, relatives and friends ] was the best damn Italian cook you could hope for. Pizza? You truly have never had great tasting pizza until you had my Mom's. Lasagna? She would have destroyed Italy with the quality of her lasagna. And, occasionally, I dream about her cooking. But, I awake before the taste test. Yes, it is frustrating. I do know when I finally cross over and I am reunited with all of my loved ones Mom will have some food waiting for me. Until then, I just have to dream about her gravy..... Maybe, you experience this in your dreams, but, I am forever youthful. I do not feel the 25 pounds in extra weight that I normally carry, nor, the aches and pains of advancing age. I dream with clarity and vitality. As one dream unfolds into another, I am an enthusiastic viewer of what is coming next. Sometimes, I am brave, sometimes a coward. Sometimes, I am the hero that saves the day, sometimes, I am the victim that is hunted. I dream of the past and revel in going back. At other times, my future is spread out in front of me and I can't wait to experience it. Perhaps, that is where deja vu comes in. It feels familiar because I have already experienced the feeling in my sleep. Scientists explain it is as your central nervous system experiencing something before your conscious has, therefore, when you brain gets the feeling it seems like you have experienced it before. Damn scientists always ruin a dream! But, maybe, my theory holds weight.... It is very easy to overanalyze a dream. It is good, I believe, that we wonder about things in life that have no final answer until we reach death. Then, hopefully, we will have all of the pieces of the puzzle put together. Until then, I am content to have some pieces that do not fit. One piece is the explanation of dreams. No one knows the true answer--- doctors and psychiatrists like to push that they know, but, they don't. My dream of hearing the word ''Mommy'' over and over again while I was trying to defend a defenseless dog was most likely my desire to revert back to a more innocent time. It does not mean that I am afraid or will be retreating from the real world. Quite the contrary, I embrace the challenges of life [ as long as they are manageable challenges ]. But, to dream a dream about a dearly missed loved one also fills me with joy mixed with the sadness of longing. The all-encompassing love that a child has for his mother is still there, ready to be tapped into...... May I never lose it......