Dream

“And somebody spoke and I went into a dream”. These are words from ‘A Day In The Life’ written by Lennon and McCartney and recorded as the final song on the Beatle’s ‘Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band’ album.

I liked them then and they still resonate within me today.

A dream may be a series of images that pass through one’s mind, regardless of being asleep or awake. Sitting somewhere or doing a repetitive task, usually mindless, or even on a long distance drive, I find that I travel into a dream. A word a sound or even a thought can lead me there. And it is mostly pleasant.

But, where is ‘there’? Of course that question can lead into a discussion about life and all that entails. I don’t really want to get into that discussion except to acknowledge ZhuangZi when he asked after his Butterfly Dream: “Am I the dreamer or am I the dream”; I like to think I could be either. I just want to enjoy the dream.

Let the dreams come on. It doesn’t matter where ‘there’ is just as long as in my mind it exists, and it does, either as a place, or space or feeling, and I am there.

I dream more and more often lately. I write less and less often. I even take fewer photographs. And I socialise even less still. Sometimes I feel that I would like to share experiences and dreams with others but ultimately I know I can’t. Their perception would translate the experience differently, so other than sharing and talking about the moment, the moment is still an individual moment and the fullness of the dream can never be shared, only interpreted, even by the dreamer. And sometimes it is easier not to share.

But the dream is always part of the Beauty that surrounds me so I let myself dream – bring it on…

And, the dream is one of the few things you can claim as yours. It can only be your dream, or, are you the dream?