I am entering the season of dreams. I know this is true. I know the reasons why.
Change ahead. Time off. Decisions to make. Uncertainty.
In the early morning hours, just released from dreams, I am bewitched by possible prophecy. Intrigued by the clarity that rises to the surface. Frightened by an anxious vision I had not ever considered.
How far can I follow the path my dreams mapped out before I am lost? Dreams live in a different land of memories. They are made up of images that drift, not tethered to any actual event. But yet, they tell a story and unraveling that is our key to making sense of the strong images we can recall.
I search for direction in the land of dreams. I believe in their wisdom. I am both soothed and surprised by their revelations.
This is the season of dreams.
I am trying to be wide awake as I sleep deeply.
I am participating in the Slice of Life challenge to write and publish a post every day in March.
Slice of Life is hosted by Two Writing Teachers. I thank them for the community they provide. Read more slices here.