It's that time of the month again, when the waning moon diminishes with each passing day and dwindles into nothing. Next week, the new moon will reappear. My moods and cycles are closely tied to the phases of the moon. It is probably to be expected as I was born under the sign of Cancer. Right now, I am melancholy, moody and contemplative, right on schedule with the 4th phase of the moon.
In my old room, the room of my girlhood, the moon would rise outside my window and call to me. I remember so many nights where I would wake from my sleep and scoot into the bright spot on my bedroom floor where the moonlight lay. I would sit, hugging my knees and turn my face to the moon, basking in its glow. If I closed my eyes, I could almost hear it whisper to me, telling me secrets through the moonlight on my skin. I would sit for what felt like an eternity of time, the moonlight wrapped gently around me, soaking up what I can almost swear is the gentleness and emotion carried within it. When I'd had my fill, I would whisper my thanks to the moon and climb back into bed for a dreamless sleep.
~**~
Do you dream in your slumber?
I used be blessed with dreamless sleep, except on the rare occasion where I would dream about people that I would eventually meet. A few years back, I started to dream more frequently and vividly about events and characters that in no way related to my real life. My dreams had plots, twists and turns that were fantastic, improbable and that followed upon the events that happened in previous dreams. There were characters that I got to know very well and reappeared in subsequent dreams, building a connection and history with me. It was like having another life, a life that I could live only when I was asleep. And the most fantastic thing was that I would have perfect clarity of mind in my dreams. I would understand what was going on, remember what had happened before and how all the other characters related to one another. I would recognise when and why events happened as they did and my own role amongst everything.
And then I would wake up.
Like dew evaporating in sunlight, I would forget. For the life of me, I would not be able to recall the slightest detail about my dreams. The only thing I would know is that I dreamed, a lot of things happened and that it followed upon a dream I have had before.
Could it be soul memories of a past life, perhaps?
In my old room, the room of my girlhood, the moon would rise outside my window and call to me. I remember so many nights where I would wake from my sleep and scoot into the bright spot on my bedroom floor where the moonlight lay. I would sit, hugging my knees and turn my face to the moon, basking in its glow. If I closed my eyes, I could almost hear it whisper to me, telling me secrets through the moonlight on my skin. I would sit for what felt like an eternity of time, the moonlight wrapped gently around me, soaking up what I can almost swear is the gentleness and emotion carried within it. When I'd had my fill, I would whisper my thanks to the moon and climb back into bed for a dreamless sleep.
~**~
Do you dream in your slumber?
I used be blessed with dreamless sleep, except on the rare occasion where I would dream about people that I would eventually meet. A few years back, I started to dream more frequently and vividly about events and characters that in no way related to my real life. My dreams had plots, twists and turns that were fantastic, improbable and that followed upon the events that happened in previous dreams. There were characters that I got to know very well and reappeared in subsequent dreams, building a connection and history with me. It was like having another life, a life that I could live only when I was asleep. And the most fantastic thing was that I would have perfect clarity of mind in my dreams. I would understand what was going on, remember what had happened before and how all the other characters related to one another. I would recognise when and why events happened as they did and my own role amongst everything.
And then I would wake up.
Like dew evaporating in sunlight, I would forget. For the life of me, I would not be able to recall the slightest detail about my dreams. The only thing I would know is that I dreamed, a lot of things happened and that it followed upon a dream I have had before.
Could it be soul memories of a past life, perhaps?
3 comments:
I don't dream in my sleep:)
I don't sleep when I dream.
Haha, nice one cheems - but i do haha, i sleep in my dreams ;p
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