What a beautiful meditation on the power dreams wield on our lives.
I've been considering dreams much of late, this separate reality where our minds take us to for almost half of our lives where we search for and occasionally find the things we've lost in our waking world; the horrors, sorrows, and on those rare occasions, boundless joys. I dreamed once that I was watching a friend write a beautiful poem about heart break and jealously thinking, "I wish I had thought of that poem." When I awoke, I realized that I had, indeed, thought of that poem, and I quickly wrote it down.
Beautiful piece! I also love your mom's happy energy. I can imagine her calling you to rise and shine and seize the day!
Flying dreams are the best, aren't they?. Strange and wonderful how we know deep in our core how it feels to fly, to crouch down and then leap up into the air...and soar.
The most profound dream I had was in college when I was very sick. I dreamt I was in an empty house. My house. Little by little old people began to appear. They weren't completely formed. I could see through them. I summoned up the courage to ask one kindly old gentleman, "I thought this house wasn't occupied when I moved in? Who are these people?" To which he smiled & replied, "Ah my dear... We'll be here whenever you need us." I took great comfort in that dream & my health rapidly improved. Take heart.
It was gripping from word one to the final word, Tonya. Thank you so much for sharing your innermost world with us 💚 An energy healer once told us (i can't remember where this was) that having bad dreams during sleep is a catharsis, so it is preferable that it happens then, otherwise they would happen more in our conscious everyday life. It sounds, then, like your mind is sorting things out and trying to recalibrate. The flying dreams i'm unsure about. I have them, too and i feel like it might be some kind of freedom we are yearning for.
Many years ago we lived on the northern plains of Montana in a drafty old farmhouse. I worked at an Indian reservation but after our children were born we moved to a beautiful valley in western Colorado. For many years after the move, I would have a recurring dream that we somehow goofed up our Colorado lives and we had to nove back to our old cold and windy lives on the “high line” of eastern Montana
I now realize that that was a period where I was focusing on looking backwards.
It’s funny, The dream evaporated from my dreamscape years ago but now when we look back at our days on the northern plains, they seem like our most fun times.
Great essay Tonya !. And I’m sure you will be airborne again sometime soon
My favorite aspect of this work, "I knew I could drive away again." In dreams, if one finds oneself behind the wheel, stearing, rather than in the passenger seat, or on a train or bus, being driven along with other passengers, often strangers, that is a different dream than flying, not in an airplane, which is essentially a big bus. Being behind the wheel of a car or just a symbolic wheel (I think about how the invention changed everything) usually indicates that that dreamer, the subject of both one's spirt, unconscious, and life cycles, and choices, is in charge. At least at that point in time. For me, my childhood dreams of my body flying were a serious wish for escape. And escape I did, into life. Mostly, in this fascinating piece about all the parts of ourselves, our recall abilities, included, I think, I hear just how many escape values the writer was born with and has been able to use to her advantage both toward, away, and against the push and pull of life's pains, terrifble griefs, and joys. She's plainly gifted. And her life is so much a moving experience. Thank you for writing this piece and sharing so much of yourself, Tonya Morton. It helps me.
"Dreams are a window into the injuries of the mind; they are an instrument of its ability to heal." What an exquisite thought, one that helps my heart to heal & soar today. What a beautiful piece, Tonya. A window into your strong, lovely psyche. Thank you! & I take pleasure that we both had a parent who was "hard-wired for happiness" ~ your dear mom & my dear departed dad. Gifts beyond price.
What a beautiful meditation on the power dreams wield on our lives.
I've been considering dreams much of late, this separate reality where our minds take us to for almost half of our lives where we search for and occasionally find the things we've lost in our waking world; the horrors, sorrows, and on those rare occasions, boundless joys. I dreamed once that I was watching a friend write a beautiful poem about heart break and jealously thinking, "I wish I had thought of that poem." When I awoke, I realized that I had, indeed, thought of that poem, and I quickly wrote it down.
Thank you for sharing your dream journey with us.
Beautiful piece! I also love your mom's happy energy. I can imagine her calling you to rise and shine and seize the day!
Flying dreams are the best, aren't they?. Strange and wonderful how we know deep in our core how it feels to fly, to crouch down and then leap up into the air...and soar.
You will be flying soon!
This proves the point that our dreaming lives are just as important as the other stuff.
The most profound dream I had was in college when I was very sick. I dreamt I was in an empty house. My house. Little by little old people began to appear. They weren't completely formed. I could see through them. I summoned up the courage to ask one kindly old gentleman, "I thought this house wasn't occupied when I moved in? Who are these people?" To which he smiled & replied, "Ah my dear... We'll be here whenever you need us." I took great comfort in that dream & my health rapidly improved. Take heart.
Beautiful writing, thanks Tonya.
It was gripping from word one to the final word, Tonya. Thank you so much for sharing your innermost world with us 💚 An energy healer once told us (i can't remember where this was) that having bad dreams during sleep is a catharsis, so it is preferable that it happens then, otherwise they would happen more in our conscious everyday life. It sounds, then, like your mind is sorting things out and trying to recalibrate. The flying dreams i'm unsure about. I have them, too and i feel like it might be some kind of freedom we are yearning for.
Many years ago we lived on the northern plains of Montana in a drafty old farmhouse. I worked at an Indian reservation but after our children were born we moved to a beautiful valley in western Colorado. For many years after the move, I would have a recurring dream that we somehow goofed up our Colorado lives and we had to nove back to our old cold and windy lives on the “high line” of eastern Montana
I now realize that that was a period where I was focusing on looking backwards.
It’s funny, The dream evaporated from my dreamscape years ago but now when we look back at our days on the northern plains, they seem like our most fun times.
Great essay Tonya !. And I’m sure you will be airborne again sometime soon
By the way , I We love Juke..♥️
Wow! Great piece. I feel like so many people would love to be able to understand their dreams and express it the way you do. Lots to think about here!
My favorite aspect of this work, "I knew I could drive away again." In dreams, if one finds oneself behind the wheel, stearing, rather than in the passenger seat, or on a train or bus, being driven along with other passengers, often strangers, that is a different dream than flying, not in an airplane, which is essentially a big bus. Being behind the wheel of a car or just a symbolic wheel (I think about how the invention changed everything) usually indicates that that dreamer, the subject of both one's spirt, unconscious, and life cycles, and choices, is in charge. At least at that point in time. For me, my childhood dreams of my body flying were a serious wish for escape. And escape I did, into life. Mostly, in this fascinating piece about all the parts of ourselves, our recall abilities, included, I think, I hear just how many escape values the writer was born with and has been able to use to her advantage both toward, away, and against the push and pull of life's pains, terrifble griefs, and joys. She's plainly gifted. And her life is so much a moving experience. Thank you for writing this piece and sharing so much of yourself, Tonya Morton. It helps me.
"Dreams are a window into the injuries of the mind; they are an instrument of its ability to heal." What an exquisite thought, one that helps my heart to heal & soar today. What a beautiful piece, Tonya. A window into your strong, lovely psyche. Thank you! & I take pleasure that we both had a parent who was "hard-wired for happiness" ~ your dear mom & my dear departed dad. Gifts beyond price.