A Note on Dreams

my eyes doth yield a sleepy state of affairs it doesn't know. I am not tired or worn out but just withered inside and seem to be lobbing off into dreamland again as I do so often to escape all that they have seen. There is too much to behold and yet so little of merit and I just dream better than most live. My dreams are filled with conquests and sorrow and unfinished business from day to day life's journeys. I feel it is just not worth the effort some days to open the poor things as I know what I see will never amount to that my subconscious witnesses. So to be fair, I would rather sleep like Rumpelstiltskin than to wake like the Princess and the Pea after they took the pea out, of course! Eventually, I will have to make a choice, but for now, I am comfy in my decision to not do so.

Why are dreams so captivating? In dreams why are we so much more active that it leaves one sweaty and accomplished and worn out when they awaken? The smell of death lingers on my breathe at first sight. I know I hunt and dance and yell and frolic in my dreams. I am not invincible as I have awoke to find bruises from a journey's discouraging path held fast in my sleep. Trances and such with my eyes even open and can remember vividly the quests I trekked on and the crimes and accomplishments I achieved. All of this so real and not surreal at all. Most would balk at that having little to no recollection of their own. I have walked where wolves have slept to hear them snore. I have even lay beside them to feel the warmth of their matted fur thick with the stench of the night's kills. I enjoyed bathing in a dark moonlit lake with them and admired their duality in their nature. You would have to come along if it were possible, but alas, it isn't as of yet. I want to go there and be a permanent resident. I am pretty much there most days as it is and find my existence there most welcome to those inhabitants regardless of genus. Blissful peace and the circle of life as it should be!~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.