I love the night. When I am outside sitting around a fire with friends. Or when I am walking down a moonlit sandy road. Or sitting on the porch listening to the night sounds.
I don’t love the night when my dreams become tumultuous and full of drama. I did not post last evening. I went to bed very early again. I am battling the symptoms of the illness that plagues me. My dreams did not allow peaceful rest.
I have always dreamed in full action Technicolor and remember much of details and moods. Some dreams I never forget. They live in my memory as if they really happened. Sometimes a dream mood will stay with me after I awake. I have had dream moods stay with me for days.
I have learned to redirect dreams even while sleeping through them. I will awaken remembering how a dream was deteriorating into a nightmare and I had changed the scenes to avoid disaster. I don’t always have success, though. Last night, the dream deteriorated into chaos and panic. I woke myself to get out of the hysterical state I had entered.
I wake up still tired many mornings. Some would avoid sleep to avoid such problems. There is a good side to this. Many of my dreams are better than a movie. Adventure, beautiful scenery, even good drama. I love when I have those good dreams.
Recently, I had a clear and vivid dream of his mother. She has been gone from us many years, but in my dream I got a wonderful hug from her and could hear her voice and see her clearly.
It happens sometimes. Someone I love who has passed on will appear in my dreams. Clear and well and full of love. I will take the bad dreams if it means I will also have the good dreams. Dreams that become memories as surely as if they happened in life and not just in my mind.