I dream in color . Sometimes my dreams are like a long si-fi movie and they give me lots of ideas for stories.
I believe that my soul literally leaves my body at times … especially when I fly. When I was little I could fly without fear. As I got older I stayed closer to the ground. But in the last few years I'm able to get a little higher than the trees .
Once I took my daughter with me and had no fear at all. She tells me she remembers 'maybe' flying that night but has no clear picture of it. Maybe she did or maybe she did not. Dreams are not very dependable.
I dreamed about an old friend and his wife a few months back. They were both afraid and in dread of something. I got the sense it was about health. Not knowing who was sick I called him and told them both to get a check up. As it turned out his wife had had breast cancer. She's doing fine now.
That same night I dreamed of my cousin ( who I do not get along with ). It took a large tidal wave pushing me and a dog tugging me to get myself to her. When I did I noticed she looked really good. She'd lost about forty pounds and she seemed nice. For her that's not easy . A nurse came to her home and examined her … I will not say where. It was something that had been going on for awhile. The nurse told me it was a urinary problem.
She also had a painful lump on her left side near her ovary area.
I did not want to call her so I called her sister who thinks I'm a nut case too but at least she pretends to like me. I left a message about the dream saying that sense they think I'm crazy anyway what does it matter . I'm sure they both had a good laugh. I'm always happy to entertain. LOL. When I was finished I told her, "OK, my job is done."
The getting skinny part came true. Her daughter got sick though with some kind of urinary problem I think. Even if I was right together sister would tell me. Oh well.
This poem is pretty long so I'm going to stop now before you give up and move on. LOL.
A LONG LONG DREAM
Behind my eyelids there's a place
Full of flashing colors and lights.
There's this little speck I chase.
I do this on so many nights.
The colors blend and blend again.
The lights and shadows form a ring.
They circle round and pull me in
Until it forms a solid thing.
A tree near a sparkling lake.
A young me running in the grass
My children eating a red cake
Or me sitting naked in a class
That naked dream where no one sees.
The one that makes me want to run
But in a flash I catch the breeze.
I'm somewhere else benefit the sun.
I'm flying high above tall trees
Checking on the ones I love
Begging God "Do not let me fall please."
Things look so small so high above.
I land on roofs and hug my knees
Skipping around from house to house.
"Do not let me see the bad things please."
I look. I'm quiet as a mouse.
And there it is. What can I do?
How can I help a crying soul?
My words are mute. They have no clue.
A useless flight without a goal.
The places change. I see my face
Upon the waters of my life.
Oh, there's that crazy spot I chase.
I'm back in time. Now I'm his wife.
He's loving me as he once did.
It all feet wrong. It all feet wrong.
Like an insect on the grid.
Give me a hit off that old bong.
And off I go into a trance.
This dream is getting very long.
I turn and I begin to dance.
I hear that old familiar song.
The one that starts off somewhere far
Gets louder as real time ticks on.
I wake up to a cranking car
The ringing of my telephone.
The sun is shining in my face
Open eyes I want to holler.
I'm here again in the same place.
Another day, another dollar.
Debra K. McKee
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