The world of dreams – if you remember them – is an endless fascination. Sometimes I have dreams that are unbelievably prosaic. Last night I dreamed, briefly, of looking in our fridge and seeing a couple large containers of cut-up fresh fruit which my husband is planning to bring to a men’s breakfast tomorrow. It must have been on my mind.
A few weeks ago, I dreamed of someone who is no longer in our lives, and about whom I had not been consciously thinking. But in my dream, I was furious with this person and we had a very loud confrontation. Wow. It must have been on my mind in some way as well.
The stories that play in our heads in the night
Are telling, revealing what’s hidden from sight.
The heart is a cavern where things go deep,
But the mind pours light on them while we sleep.
The blog is a cavern where posts go deep…but not too deep for me to delete.
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