I dream in words…there are not pictures that I can recall. Only words that describe the emotions I feel or the names of the people I am seeking. Each dream is a pilgrimage of sort, a seeking for the meaning in life or the reason for longing. I follow the words to the end and then I wake.
Last night’s pilgrimage took me through the need to complete a task I started…was it all that many years ago? It was preying on my mind in words that did not bring rest or comfort. I woke with a start, feeling the need to move to finish what needed to be done. Will serenity fill the hours when the job is done? It is what I would wish for you…peace at the end of the day. An eventide filled with bliss and joy. A task completed, a mission fulfilled. The pilgrimage could then come to an end and not be stopped abruptly as it is so many times in our dreams. You could then sleep without the need to dream. And so could I.