Greetings Dear Reader,
I have terrible nightmares at least once or twice a
week. I used to have them occasionally
but over the last seven years they have been a consistent companion in my
attempts to rest. I will not infect your
thoughts with the details of them but they almost always involve violence being
done to me.
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At first I would scream and awaken others. Mercifully I have learned some ways to curb
that. I still awaken a couple of nights
a week feeling myself for wounds or looking for damage. I have to take a moment to remember where I
am and that the dream is not real. Then
I take a few moments to pray.
I know I am not alone in this. I know that others experience much worse
night terrors. Mine are not
debilitating. I am as used to them as
one can become to such things. I would
banish them if I could but I think there would be a price.
Sometimes, at least once week I have amazing dreams of
beauty and grace. Some of them are
seeing things I wish for fulfilled. Some
are fantasies that influence my story telling.
It is clear that my imagination is rich.
It is clear that I must take the bad with the good.
I know that at some level the nightmares do not harm
me. I know that I can at times they make
me sluggish or irritable. I also know that
I would not be cured of them if it meant that my imagination would be
limited. I value the good dreams too
much. I value that potential for
creating something of worth more than I value sleeping soundly through the
night.
There is also the aspect that if I am going to trust Christ with
everything that has to include the landscape of my dreams. No matter how horrid or difficult those
dreams are I know that God is there for me.
I know that it gives me compassion for those who have it worse than
me. As with all difficulties I must
assure that my first response is to seek the face of God.
Any pain or sorrow that drives of closer to the arms of God is
endurable. The reality is that dreams
cannot harm me. The imagined pain is not
real pain. The prayer and dependence upon
Christ are real. That is always a good
thing.
These
Dreams - Heart
Spare a little candle
Save some light for me
figures up ahead
Moving in the trees
White skin in linen
Perfume on my wrist
And the full moon that hangs over
these dreams in the mist
Darkness on the edge
Shadows where I stand
I search for the time
On a watch with no hands
I want to see you clearly
Come closer than this
But all I remember
Are the dreams in the mist
These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night I live another life
These dreams that sleep when it's cold outside
Every moment I'm awake the further I'm away
Is it cloak 'n dagger
Could it be spring or fall
I walk without a cut
Through a stained glass wall
Weaker in my eyesight
The candle in my grip
And words that have no form
Are falling from my lips
These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night I live another life
These dreams that sleep when it's cold outside
Every moment I'm awake the further I'm away
There's something out there
I can't resist
I need to hide away from the pain
There's something out there
I can't resist
The sweetest song is silence
That I've ever heard
Funny how your feet
In dreams never touch the earth
In a wood full of princes
Freedom is a kiss
But the prince hides his face
From dreams in the mist
These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night I live another life
These dreams that sleep when it's cold outside
Every moment I'm awake the further I'm away
These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night I live another life
These dreams that sleep when it's cold outside
Every moment I'm awake the further I'm away
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer
who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home
owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure
store.”
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