Dreamer

Dreaming, whether it be day or night is a satisfying thing. To me, it makes the idea of a heaven entirely possible because each night, I go into dreams that take me to places that are  real in every detail. The flowers, trees, blades of grass and rocks in the gravel, waves and seas, skies and meadows are places to run and fly over and wade or swim through. There seldom are, if ever, nightmares, but the experiences make stories. Those who have died people my dreams and we speak to each other, we eat and laugh and sing and run and even fly together. They are part of the escapades. When I awake, I know that I will see them again in  dreams. Some of the people are new and others are old friends or relatives or workmates. In my dreams, I am able to taste and smell and feel, using every sense and controlling them. My dreams are in vivid colours and can happen in any parts of the world I have visited and also, some that are strange and unknown environments. Sometimes events occur that take up what was unfinished in the last episode or are the same, but changed in some way. Often I am reluctant to wake up because I want to finish what we began, be it a sea-going trip or a climb up a mountain or a drive on a roadway, a fight or flight. The houses are always different, some humble, others palatial. They have many rooms and are often furnished grandly or completely empty, but all of them have stairways. As I work my way upward, I look out the glass of the window landings. The buildings are often strange ones. I explore and find interesting objects and furniture inside. In some buildings, there are dramas happening that I become part of. I take my dream folk with me. The most satisfying dreams are those when I speak to people who are long gone. We have opportunity to catch up on what has taken place or we discuss present situations. Advice is given and taken. Rarely, but so, I am given a secret phrase that solves all of the world's problems in one swoop and I determine in my dream to remember them so that I can repeat the line, but so far, I have never remembered, try as I might. Likely, that's a good thing because I can't see a few words doing such a gigantic piece of work. Yes, as I have heard others say, there are tunnels that twist and turn going somewhere to an ending, but I always know that there is an end with light and that when I get there, the trip is worth it. I have yet to go beyond that lighted exit, however. By now, the amateur psychologists and philosophers will have analysed me and have sounded my past, present and future, but it doesn't change a thing because once again, tonight, I am off on another dream adventure.