“Spare a little candle
Save some light for me
figures up ahead
Moving in the trees
White skin in linen
Perfume on my wrist
And the full moon that hangs over
these dreams in the mist
Darkness on the edge
Shadows where I stand
I search for the time
On a watch with no hands
I want to see you clearly
Come closer than this
But all I remember
Are the dreams in the mist
These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night I live another life
These dreams that sleep when it’s cold outside
Every moment I’m awake the further I’m away
Is it cloak ‘n dagger
Could it be spring or fall
I walk without a cut
Through a stained glass wall
Weaker in my eyesight
The candle in my grip
And words that have no form
Are falling from my lips
These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night I live another life
These dreams that sleep when it’s cold outside
Every moment I’m awake the further I’m away
There’s something out there
I can’t resist
I need to hide away from the pain
There’s something out there
I can’t resist
The sweetest song is silence
That I’ve ever heard
Funny how your feet
In dreams never touch the earth
In a wood full of princes
Freedom is a kiss
But the prince hides his face
From dreams in the mist
These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night I live another life
These dreams that sleep when it’s cold outside
Every moment I’m awake the further I’m away
These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night I live another life
These dreams that sleep when it’s cold outside
Every moment I’m awake the further I’m away”
–”These Dreams” by Heart
The chorus of this song plays over and over in my mind as, like I said in my last post, I live another life when I’m asleep. Last night I know I was in one of my other “lives” but I can’t remember which one. This happens often too. I won’t remember what I’ve dreamt, but I might revisit it in another dream at a later time. Like I said, sometimes it is a continuation of the last one. Sometimes the last one is just in the past and not necessarily the immediate past.
Sometimes I’m younger and look like I did then (which isn’t too bad in reflection). Sometimes I’m the age I am now. It can be quite an experience.
Now, let us move to the bad dreams. The ones you have and hope never to repeat. The ones where you wake up in the middle of the night and you are so afraid you even don’t want to go back to sleep for fear you’ll continue that horrible dream. Thankfully, I don’t have that kind often. Sometimes they seem to be symbolic of something going on in my life, sometimes they make no sense (like when there are monsters). As a child, I would sometimes dream that I was being chased by lions or tigers that wanted to devour me. Sometimes I was able to jump to the ceiling and hang on to the wall so the ferocious beast couldn’t reach me. More recently I dream that I have a pet bear. In my dream this bear thinks he is like my child, but since it has become full grown, is too unruly and I cannot handle him properly. Therefore, I am always trying to get a zoo or someplace like that to take him because he is just too rough for me and I’ve become very frightened of him. In most of these dreams he somehow gets out of the cage I’ve been keeping him in (for my own safety) and he’s after me. Maybe not to kill me, but for sure to vent anger. Weird, huh?
Then in some dreams, even today, I get to fly. Now I’ve talked to people who have flying dreams and they “swim” through the air. I’m much more sophisticated than that, having grown up in the 50’s and watching “Superman” I fly as he does, arms straight out in front of me. I always love my flying dreams. If I could have one superpower and one only I would pick flying in the air under my own power. I wouldn’t have to go high into the atmosphere either. As long as I could clear the treetops, I would be content.
Ah, if only we could (at least occasionally) visit our dream worlds. Life would be so much more interesting.