How Real Are Your Dreams?

do you ever have dreams at night, and wake up feeling like you just lived them in your reality?  Waking up out of breath, or exhausted, as if having just run a marathon, or fought off a demon?  Ever wake up feeling bruised? sore? uncertain of what just happened or where you are?

I woke up this morning, feeling like I had just fought a battle… as if I was forced to save myself.  when I woke, I looked in the mirror and realized, I physically looked like I just fought for my life.  coincidence?  I have a logical answer for the darkness on my face, although this is a first.  But I don’t have a logical answer for my physical exhaustion and fight or flight feeling….it’s all fascinating to me.  when logic and reality merge with the unconscious to form an “altered reality.”

how real are your dreams?

P.S.  people seem to be worried here so I am adding this note.  NO I DIDN’T WAKE UP WITH REAL BRUISES ON MY FACE.  I WOKE UP WITH BLACK CRAP ALL OVER MY FACE.  CAME RIGHT OFF>  thus the comment of reality merging with the unconscious.

what just happened?

piglet the genius

Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind.  “Pooh!” he whispered.  “Yes, Piglet?”  “Nothing,” said Piglet, taking Pooh’s paw.  “I just wanted to be sure of you.”

i love this quote. Sometimes you just want to know he/she is there.  whoever it might be…a person you trust.  a person that holds your secrets. a person that cheers you on. encourages you. loves you unconditionally. a person that makes you feel safe.

the day when you look in the crowd and expect them to be there, and they have vanished, is a day the heart hurts.

sometimes, we must feel that.