She screamed in the dream, awoke,
to own it again.
Some of us have recurring fears, resentments, triggers that threaten our inner joy. Peace with ourselves may be elusive, and fleeting. I am learning to face, name, depersonalize and let go of past wrongs. However, the power we give the inner life of our minds and souls work on. A nightmare awoke me this morning, reliving a current anxiety with the roles reversed, at which point I realized all the characters in the dream were elements of myself...............
Peace,
(image: google. Edvard Munch The Scream)
nice...got some wicked rhyme going on...and yeah i hear you on the internal messing with us too...nicely done
ReplyDeleteIt's like a waking nightmare. I love your self-realizations from the dream, Dianne. I hope they bring you inner peace.
ReplyDeleteWhoa. What else? Whoa.
ReplyDeleteI'm trying I'm trying I'm trying. Repitition. Practice. We'll get there.
xo
erin
this happens....
ReplyDeleteYou own it until you leave it as excess baggage on the station platform. Let who ever really owns it, pick it up and carry it. Never was big on carrying to much baggage that belongs to other people.
ReplyDeleteVery nice. I have a post about dreams as well. Will look for it.
ReplyDeleteHere you go:
http://ficklecattle.blogspot.com/2010/08/dreams-are-tricky-bastards.html
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ReplyDeleteclutter awareness
kalidoscopic dreams
this traffic jam behind my eyes
my pen
My understanding here, Dianne. _m