How I Dream

Ever since I took a Jungian dream therapy class back in 1993 to help me get over a life-long plague of sleep-depriving nightmares, I have dreamt in movies. The therapy class taught us that when we were dreaming something unpleasant, we could control the fear level by putting the images up on a screen. My vivid imagination not only put the images on a screen, but pictured the cinema, the exit doors to waking, and, on some rather disturbing occasions, the other spectators in the cinema all mocking me for my reactions to the "film" we were watching. While certainly effective, these lessons in dream control forever altered the way I dream and I find myself waking up every morning saying, "Wow! That was a great movie!"

So, I have decided to start documenting these dream-movies by recording my vivid recollections as soon as I awake. Armed with a micro-cassette recorder and the intent on capturing these little slumber-induced cinematic triumphs, I will finally be able to transcribe this bounty of stories that catalog and express exactly how I dream.

The Voice

(music: SANVEAN: I am your shadow by Lisa Gerrard)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1xpkRj99FH0

carried on celestial chords
an elegant flight of fancy
wings spread for grace and learning
at once healed and wounded by the majestic dance
enraptured
a simple breath is stacatto symphony
a sigh for ice and fire
we melt and our eyes bear witness
to the blinding light
each phrase is sung
angelic choir
clad in baazar-bought bangles
jasmine and wine
marble and silk
a festival of pain is lit
from embers of lost pleasure
soaring down through rubbled clouds
of smoke and ageless ire
she brings us home
kiss to the brow
knowing so much more
of the tender sage within
i sit here spellbound
groping for a place
lost in swirling visions
her crimson skirt revealed to blood
a soft sand wall is breaking
muffled voices
cabinet shouts
a fist to splinters aching
this is not one, but Woman's song
guilt enraged for breathing
dancing light
her laughter like the
jingle on her toes
sudden gunshot to the heart
and i lie broken
ripped wide open back to truth
but grateful
she sang again
for her
for me
something shattered
made mosaic to entice
shore dancing back to sea
and i await her coming
with reverence and need
my sister, savior, stranger, friend
a piece returned to me