Persistence of time

Some dreams keep returning. It may take a few months for these imaginings to resurface and creep into my subconscious life form. It usually comes after I have had someone on my mind and cannot shake a foreboding emotion of something currently amiss. Then while I doze off into a fitful slumber, I know that this feeling will emerge into my subliminal existence. I feel power surging through my body, as I know what will happen when I wake the next morning.

When I was younger it scared me, not anymore, I force my body and psyche to explore the cosmos while dreaming, as the visions usually become known in the next few days or weeks.

When I am in my mind space-like emotion, I dream of my dead friends and relatives of the past and what is more fascinating is I can see acquaintances that I have known years before in their last moments of life, lying in a casket talking to me as if I had seen them in the recent past. They have not grown older through the years. Some say they never arrived to their pinnacle of life, a few thought they had. It, is the young ones that bother me, never having had the opportunity in life to fulfill themselves, or find out why, they were placed on this globe. Maybe this was just a stopping off point before they travelled on in their journey, which had been laid out for them before they arrived. The young always have smiles on their faces.

I never question my dreams. I know that everyone of them has a philosophical meaning for me, I just have to consider what they are when I have my special time alone to do so. As I deliberate in my thinking process many feelings pass through my thought development and as I sort through them with a fine filter, I come to why and how I came to have these occurrences.

These people are looking to find their souls for redemption and want to pass to the next step into another universe with a clear and empty mind of all what they have not done or achieved while here on this earth. I seem to be the only one that they are able to reach when leaving this sphere.

Should I feel special that they have found me so receptive to their needs and wants?  Will I have someone who is there for me when my own demise is near?  If not I will awaken someone in their dreams to talk to and clear my mind to travel to the next phase of existence

I look forward to my next voyage, just not yet. Meanwhile I wish those others that occupy my thoughts safe passage.

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