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Have you ever known that you're dreaming, aware that the world you're in is just created by slumber? Have you ever dreamed of something you wish you really had, only to know that it isn't truly there?
Imagine it setting in: that which you've been longing for will vanish the second you wake up. The reality you want will soon give way to the reality that actually is.
I had a lucid dream the other night. My father was alive and cancer-free. I wanted to play video games with him again, but I knew our time together was too short.
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Chasing My Shadow
My shadow has flown away from me, Just like in the story of Peter Pan. I suppose it is my fault really... For I did not love my shadow. It only showed the darkness in myself, Like a distorted carnival mirror. But once it was gone I felt empty, Like a piece of me was missing. I searched everywhere for it, In the cemetery among the graves, Behind the dark side of the moon, Under the weeping willows, And in every dark closet. Finally, I found it hiding, In the last place I looked, It was hiding in your eyes, Looking lost and haunted, Still waiting for my love.
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I saw a challenge took on and it interested me. She wrote a 100-word short story, and I chose to do the same.
Earlier this week, I dreamed that my late father was alive, and we were together again. However, I was aware that what I had was only a dream, and I could only wish that it wasn't. This story is a reflection of the illusion I saw in my sleep.
Earlier this week, I dreamed that my late father was alive, and we were together again. However, I was aware that what I had was only a dream, and I could only wish that it wasn't. This story is a reflection of the illusion I saw in my sleep.
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I think that this dream, was a procession of grief, and time for you maybe to enjoy a fantasy of hope.
To remember what dreams you had, with grief.. i believe there is healing, and
also i myself.. though i don't know whats after death, only speculation
and reserved personal belief for me...
I can say i have had those dreams too, of loved ones
that have passed, it was my grandfather.
He passed when i was a teen.
Long after I grieved him, as it now even brings tears to my eyes...
I remember that dream, he was large jolly and filled with life.
I was so enamored by his example, and i think
that those that have passed carry on in us,
if we so choose to remember and reverance
them.
It may have been a dream, but to me a dream is just another
true reality, both relevant and necessary for us.
I have had nightmare and i have had dreams of joy.
But its necessary in some indiscernible way to fully interpret.
But what i hold to my heart, is that I have that memory,
and the emotions i felt in that dream..
I hold on to them when I choose to remember him.
When I have these dreams, and I've lost many family members..
I can only think of how grateful i am truly to have known them.
I am not of any religion, and my own spirituality is not to be shared.
But I will say, its up to you to decide how you see this.
I believe that you had a great love though,
and I can see the mourning, but grieving is
necessary.. It only reminds us
in my understanding...
that we should maybe embody and armor ourselves to ring
true to those around us.
So that maybe by example when we
are passed on, we can be pleasantly remembered
through the echoes of time for those that knew us.
We are too well, to me... a part of this humanity.
And I am thankful for this piece.
Its good to share, even anonymously
I hope you carry with pride the very fact
that you have this memory of this dream..
even more the memory of your father.
Thank you for this.
To remember what dreams you had, with grief.. i believe there is healing, and
also i myself.. though i don't know whats after death, only speculation
and reserved personal belief for me...
I can say i have had those dreams too, of loved ones
that have passed, it was my grandfather.
He passed when i was a teen.
Long after I grieved him, as it now even brings tears to my eyes...
I remember that dream, he was large jolly and filled with life.
I was so enamored by his example, and i think
that those that have passed carry on in us,
if we so choose to remember and reverance
them.
It may have been a dream, but to me a dream is just another
true reality, both relevant and necessary for us.
I have had nightmare and i have had dreams of joy.
But its necessary in some indiscernible way to fully interpret.
But what i hold to my heart, is that I have that memory,
and the emotions i felt in that dream..
I hold on to them when I choose to remember him.
When I have these dreams, and I've lost many family members..
I can only think of how grateful i am truly to have known them.
I am not of any religion, and my own spirituality is not to be shared.
But I will say, its up to you to decide how you see this.
I believe that you had a great love though,
and I can see the mourning, but grieving is
necessary.. It only reminds us
in my understanding...
that we should maybe embody and armor ourselves to ring
true to those around us.
So that maybe by example when we
are passed on, we can be pleasantly remembered
through the echoes of time for those that knew us.
We are too well, to me... a part of this humanity.
And I am thankful for this piece.
Its good to share, even anonymously
I hope you carry with pride the very fact
that you have this memory of this dream..
even more the memory of your father.
Thank you for this.