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Dream Flavors

“Let me have some good dreams for once.” ~Bill Pots

Dreams come in two flavors. Dreams emanating from deep in our subconscious when we are in lost in slumber. Dreams when we are wide awake imagining possible futures. During the former our eyes are locked shut. In the latter they are wide open, frequently unfocused as our consciousness paints. I find the more compelling to be those our mind creates when we are wide awake.

Sleeping dreams are often forgotten save for fleeting images still imprinted on eyelids quickly washed away as eyelids flutter open. These do not reflect our future save for those who interpret dreams as mystical portents…but only if you offer coin to have them interpreted.

Waking dreams, on the other hand, are in our reality to make happen if we are willing to work, perhaps suffer, to bring them to fruition. Realities within our grasp. They become anchors in the future pulling us forward into our envisioned destiny. Without hard work they are little more than fantasies, not much more significant than sleeping dreams, and a whole lot more frustrating because they are unrequited loves remembered.


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