Recurring dreams are interesting, aren't they?
I always used to dream about being chased by baddies
I couldn't escape
Like zombies and Terminators and
High school bullies
But then one day I asked a wise man
"What could it mean?"
And he told me something wise
And after that I started to change
Do some 'work'
Ya know:
Internal
Emotional
Spiritual
Work
(maaaaan)
And the dreams changed too
Till one day I stopped running
Turned to face my tormentors
And told them:
"I don't want to fight any more
We should love one another"
And with tears in my eyes
Held my arms out wide for them
And embraced them in a hug
Well -
Those dreams stopped
And, I feel, reflected something
In real life too
Also:
I used to dream of dogs
Of being bitten on the hands by dogs
For many, many years
But not for some time now
(No idea what that signified)
And, more recently,
I kept dreaming that I'd
Gone back to school
As a student
But those dreams stopped
When I finally went and got my degree
There have been other recurring dreams
Ones that go on for years
Ones full of meaning
Ones that change when I change
Now I have two:
One for maybe the last couple of years
About a couple very close to me
Splitting up
(In real life they're fine
It must be saying something about me)
And the other about
The school I taught at in Mexico
About being back there
And seeing the kids again
Kids I liked a lot
And had a lot of feelings for
It's good to see them
In the dreams
No problems there
But
In the dreams
As in real life
It's my relationship with the grown-ups
That leaves a sour taste in my mouth
And makes these dreams
A little unsettling
And makes me wonder
Just what they signify
And what I need to do
To have them change
Into something cool
I always used to dream about being chased by baddies
I couldn't escape
Like zombies and Terminators and
High school bullies
But then one day I asked a wise man
"What could it mean?"
And he told me something wise
And after that I started to change
Do some 'work'
Ya know:
Internal
Emotional
Spiritual
Work
(maaaaan)
And the dreams changed too
Till one day I stopped running
Turned to face my tormentors
And told them:
"I don't want to fight any more
We should love one another"
And with tears in my eyes
Held my arms out wide for them
And embraced them in a hug
Well -
Those dreams stopped
And, I feel, reflected something
In real life too
Also:
I used to dream of dogs
Of being bitten on the hands by dogs
For many, many years
But not for some time now
(No idea what that signified)
And, more recently,
I kept dreaming that I'd
Gone back to school
As a student
But those dreams stopped
When I finally went and got my degree
There have been other recurring dreams
Ones that go on for years
Ones full of meaning
Ones that change when I change
Now I have two:
One for maybe the last couple of years
About a couple very close to me
Splitting up
(In real life they're fine
It must be saying something about me)
And the other about
The school I taught at in Mexico
About being back there
And seeing the kids again
Kids I liked a lot
And had a lot of feelings for
It's good to see them
In the dreams
No problems there
But
In the dreams
As in real life
It's my relationship with the grown-ups
That leaves a sour taste in my mouth
And makes these dreams
A little unsettling
And makes me wonder
Just what they signify
And what I need to do
To have them change
Into something cool
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