On Dreams

There are two main kinds of dreams; ones formed while one is asleep, and ones formed when when one is awake. But how many of the dreams we form with our conscious mind were actually inspired by things we dreamt of while asleep, and unconscious?

Is a dream that makes you happy while you are in it, but sad after you awaken from it still a good one? I rarely have nightmares, because I know that I have control over my dreams, and thus, I seldom lose control of them. But there is still a lot going on in my subconscious mind that I don't always pay attention to. When I dream, these things are often shown to me. They can be difficult to see sometimes, but I am willing to see them, because I know it can help me grow.

Is it a sin to dream without taking action? We all have a right to dream what we will. It becomes a different matter entirely when we share those dreams with others. The bigger the dream, the greater the strength of will it takes to manifest those dreams in this physical world. Where do these dreams come from anyways? What is the motivation? That is what I would need to know before helping anyone else to make their dreams into reality. Is it a beautiful dream inspired by love for the world and everyone in it? Or is it a dream that sounds fair but feels foul, arising from a selfish desire? It is fairly easy to tell when a dream is truly pure and the dreamer benevolent, or when it is truly nightmarish and the dreamer malevolent. But things are seldom so white and black. I and all the people I have met have been living in the variety of shades of gray between. And I and Many of my closest friends and allies look to that pure white light that is the source of all good dreams. I think it is not selfish at all to pray for good dreams, for these dreams are what guide us all towards peace.

I stood waiting in a parking lot, wondering if she would ever show up. People came and went, and still I waited. I sat down and waited more. Then suddenly she was there in front of me. Her straight deep dark brown hair swayed gently. I could see every strand separate for an instant and come together again. We walked towards each other. I heard someone in the distance say, "She really is gorgeous." Maybe I said it myself. We were a foot apart, and then we both started lifting our arms at the same instant, and embraced. We pulled each other together as gently as two hands coming together to pray. I could feel that she had missed me by how she squeezed me firmly like she had rarely done before. I looked straight into her deep dark brown eyes, and she looked back unwaveringly, like she had rarely done before, and then I knew I wouldn't have to worry about anything again.

I cried a bit after I awoke and realized it was a dream. But it was a beautiful dream, and it was nice while it lasted.