Dreams can be like living poetry

I dreamt I was standing outside a log cabin in the woods. Oddments hung from the outer walls, a moist wind stiired lazily from the gurgling brook to my right. Through the tall conifers came the report of racing hooves. A great white horse ran by, and as it did my eyes looked past it into the deep woods. A wall was there, huge rough planks, as of the inner wall of a log cabin. I raised my eyes in wonder to a window that opened onto a forest of grander scale.

 

Sounds wondeful!

 

Thanks.

 

Yeah, that dream does sound great.
Taking head to the title of your thread. Do you think there's anything meaning to my dream about having powers exactly like Superman?

 

Do you read a lot of comics? I once dreamed I was posing for a pic with Mario.

 

I don't read a lot of comics but, I watch Smallville religiously.

 

Daniel,

yes there is poetry and magic in dreams ... yet waking again we so often find ourselfes running along the beaten ant's trails of what we think is real life ... even as we watch the dreams and deeper memories fading away with the morning fogs and dews. And stumbling on we again ask for a meaning and sense.

But we dream all the time, and there is poetry and magic ever present that does not fade and it is rather us who walk asleep even in plain daylight.

Your dreams are like a book's pages where you open up your own self, or the skins of a cocoon, to find it is you who calls you from beyond ... reaching out to touch you, telling you you are your own deeper truth and wonder that like the echoes resonates inside to wake you, telling you you are not limited by the inner and outer walls. They are just pages to turn and rooms to cross one after the other while you are changing on. And so you stand in awe and wonder to open to the unknown out there and then find you are part of it as much. You are the grander scale too, and greater dream coming true.

Yes maybe all we need is to keep on seeing the poetry and wonder, and not limit ourselfes and not forget who we truly are.

Thank you for sharing.

 

I stir last night's dreams into my morning cup; enjoy it to the last drop; then walk through the day grateful and alert.

 

I just wanted to say 'hi' since your name is Daniel and a few nights ago i woke from a dream with Daniel Danielson running thougth my head...for no apparent reason and now I am left wondering...

 

Hi, HoneySuckleBlue.