It's almost impossible to share dreams with others - those fractured images that dance through our REM sleep like elusive fireflies. My dreams are bizarre to say the least (or warped as Andy would say!) and normally I wouldn't write about them in my blog. But as a one-off, I'd like to share this one.
About a month ago, after a very long night during which I came downstairs and eventually dropped off on the sofa around 5 am, I had the most amazing dream. It was so incredible that, despite desperately needing some sleep, I made myself wake up so that I could write it down and remember it. In brief, I remember gentle but uplifting music and invisible hands pushing me down under the sea and holding me there. I almost panicked but then didn't, knowing that I was there for a reason. The same invisble hands were then placed on either side of my head and lifted it up slowly. To begin with, I resisted the hands but I knew that whatever this presence wanted me to see was siginificant, so eventually allowed my head to be raised. And I found myself staring at the sun, a great big ball of shining, powerful, resplendent light. And it looked and felt amazing.
As I said before, impossible really to put into words, but suffice it to say that when I had woken myself up, although I felt deep exhaustion, I also felt profound happiness and contentment and found myself smiling. I'm no good at deciphering dreams, but it's another thing to understand how something can make us feel. Just as I used to stretch my morning limbs on that Guatemalan rooftop those years ago as the sun rose over the hilltops, somehow my dream felt as though at my moment of most intense tiredness, it was still possible to find joy, acceptance and strength.
So, difficult as it is, it is possible.
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