The Mind and Its Dreams

Yesterday a simple thought came to mind.  I have dreams sometimes that leave me wondering in thought.  I had another one last night of a driver of a car in front of me totally losing control running across the road, flipping and landing on the roof.  All this happened at the same time two cars tangled together and were flipping around in the road.  They were in the oncoming lanes of a five lane highway on the edge of a town.  It was like the guy in front of me wrecked when he saw the other wreck.  They weren’t even close enough to cause the one in front of me.  I witnessed both and turned around to help the guy that had been in front of me.  I just noticed I used the metaphor of a car in thinking, too, in yesterday’s writing.

But back to yesterday, I wrote the short poem of sorts and something of another dream that has been a recurring dream, or so I think.  Someone will think I’m crazy I suppose, but that’s okay.  I’m me and I’m used to it.

Have you ever noticed when your mind is out of gear,

Like a car it’s left to coast far and near?

It can go from here to there with only a thought

Creating world peace or a battle fought.

The mind is truly something filled with a lot of power

When the tongue says things that makes one cower.

Remember to train the mind with the Spirit.

From bad thoughts you must clear it.

From the mind to the tongue

Comes the birth

Of death

Or life

——————–

Some days as I sit, I find my mind takes trips into the fog it creates. My eyes get heavy. Sleep makes its way into it and mixes with it causing dreams to come forth. For quite a while those dreams were passive in nature. I’d see and hear things happening and it was always an observance for me as I was always a spectator, but lately I’ve become involved in the dream. It has caused me to have to participate. Now I awake with some knowledge of the dream as though I came from another dimension having relevance to life around me. Some scenes are stuck in my head. One or two such scenes have me eluding someone.

I am going down a dirt road and see a house in one dream. The house was probably built in the thirties and it’s vacant. The windows are broken or missing altogether. There are thick woods on both sides of the road except for a left side road across from the house on my right. From my vantage point it just disappears off into the woods. I don’t know where it goes nor do I know where the road I’m on goes either. It’s a cool damp overcast evening. The foggy mist is heavy enough to see the droplets floating in the air.

I take my leave from the walk and go into the house. Its musty smell lends to the fact that no one has lived in it for a long time. There’s still old dusty furniture in the house, so I go to a bedroom to lay on a bed next to an opening where a window once was. The framework of glass is gone. There’s just the frame and sill base. I lay down to rest after beating the dust from the mattress.

At some point I hear people out on the road. There were perhaps four to six of them and I hear the conversation. They are looking for me. One of them comes to the window where I am laying and looks in to see me, yet he doesn’t alert the others. He just winks and says not to worry. He did not see anything here. Why, if this group is looking for me, does this one say he didn’t see me? I had raised up on my right elbow when I saw the guy looking in and then lay back down with no concern of the situation and continued to rest. The group then proceeds down the road across from the house and disappear from sight.

All is well.   I’m content.

About Jim

I'm a 68 yr old guy, who had worked in Naval Hospital Camp Lejeune for 28 yrs and now retired as of 31 Dec 16. I've worked in medical records, Health Benefits Department, Billing, the IT department and retired as the Personnel Security Manager for the hospital. I'm a musician and Corvette enthusiast. Yes I have one. I'm also searching for a fresh new outlook on life with new spiritual insight among other things. I was ordained a minister on 20190202. I've found that with the unconditional love of my companion, Libby Rowe life is complete through God. She's a beautiful, vibrant, giving woman who gives her all in everything she puts her mind to do. She and I married 24 July 2015. She's also taking the Apprentice course to obtain her ordination as well. She has a blog to called Under a Carolina Moon. Give it a visit.
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2 Responses to The Mind and Its Dreams

  1. lifeunderacarolinamoon says:

    I love the way your mind thinks, wanders, questions, ponders… So proud to be your partner for the rest of our lives…

  2. territerri says:

    I like the poem. It’s very much in line with things I’ve been thinking about lately – about how often I’ve just let my mind wander out of control, from one worry to the next, or dwelling on hurts. Lately I’ve been trying to learn to steer my thoughts in a more positive way, regardless of my circumstances. Feels like that’s just what your poem is talking about.

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