Dreams:
I had a dream where I was a father. To any therapist I’m sure this would be an instant erection but to me it was more an eerie glimpse into a not so inviting future. I was father to a son. On the beachfront where the waves came softly at our feet an angel, which for a non religious individual is rather prolific, began to descend from the sky.
He was coming to take my son away and I stood frozen on the shore as a spectator to the event. The happening was less painful than it would seem for a father but it was not absent of emotion. The angel wrapped his arms around my son and began to return to the sky. Midway to his ascension the angel began to cry. The tears fell heavily into the sand by my feet and upon impact they formed small metallic charms of childhood memories. An anchor, a whale, a soldier, a dog, and a star. Each figure representing elements of my own interest and my son’s. As the two entered the clouds above I turned to the street where on top of a hill my family looked down on me.
Then I woke up.
Epilogue:
Where do dreams take us and why do they make cinema of our subconscious? We can speculate meaning but truly all we can take from our dreams is the cold discomfort we are left with when we wake up.
I had a dream where I was a father. To any therapist I’m sure this would be an instant erection but to me it was more an eerie glimpse into a not so inviting future. I was father to a son. On the beachfront where the waves came softly at our feet an angel, which for a non religious individual is rather prolific, began to descend from the sky.
He was coming to take my son away and I stood frozen on the shore as a spectator to the event. The happening was less painful than it would seem for a father but it was not absent of emotion. The angel wrapped his arms around my son and began to return to the sky. Midway to his ascension the angel began to cry. The tears fell heavily into the sand by my feet and upon impact they formed small metallic charms of childhood memories. An anchor, a whale, a soldier, a dog, and a star. Each figure representing elements of my own interest and my son’s. As the two entered the clouds above I turned to the street where on top of a hill my family looked down on me.
Then I woke up.
Epilogue:
Where do dreams take us and why do they make cinema of our subconscious? We can speculate meaning but truly all we can take from our dreams is the cold discomfort we are left with when we wake up.
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