In my dreams…
I am young, my face faintly lined, my hair a rich red-brown.
My perspective is that of someone who can look back over many decades.
I have never known cancer. I am safe in my body.
I feel though don’t see that I am smiling.
I am surrounded by caring others. Some are people I’ve never met in waking life. Others are present in my non-dreaming life.
Things aren’t entirely clear. What is happening? Why is it happening? Where am I going?
I don’t know the answers. It is enough to just be.
I am busy, but unhurried. Seeking, but not striving.
What My Dreams Help Me See
My dreams help me see that all is well. That I can be peace without knowing the future. That I do not need to succumb to worry. That I have learned much and that there is still much to learn. That I have done much, and there is so much more to do.
My dreams tell me to savor the present, the only thing I can know. And my dreams whisper to me that there is mystery even in this present moment.
A Writing Prompt
I wrote this post in response to Marie Ennis-O’Connor’s prompt, which appears in her blog, Journeying Beyond Breast Cancer.
What are my recent dreams telling me?
What does it lead you to write?
Credit
Photo: Scott Hayden, Unsplash.com
This post makes me long for dreams. I used to wake up with my head full of dream fragments that I loved to find meaning in. But these days I don’t remember ANY dreams. I long for that mysterious knowing/not knowing that dream bring. Maybe this post will awaken the dreamer in me.
Maybe it will! Sometimes setting an intention to recall my dreams helps me to do so. When purposely trying to remember them, I keep a pen & notebook by my bed. That way if I wake up from a dream I can scribble some notes before I forget it.
Hi Nancy,
I don’t remember a lot of my dreams, which is sorta surprising as I don’t often sleep through an entire night. I’ve always been a light sleeper and since cancer, even more so. Dreams I do remember are sometimes unsettling. Recently, I did dream about my mother and it was a lovely dream, so that was nice. But now, I can’t remember exactly the “scene” or what it was even about. I’m not sure what my dreams help me see. I’d have to agree with you, what they do is mostly whisper mystery, and perhaps this is how it should be.
Thank you for giving me something pretty deep to think about!
Hello, Nancy! I don’t generally remember a lot of mine either, but lately I’ve been quite aware of the very different messages I’m getting from those that I can recall. It’s so interesting that you can recall how lovely the dream of your mother was. Perhaps that feeling contains a message for you, though you can’t remember the details.