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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Visitors

I had visitors last night.

I had a long hot bath felt sleepy and tucked in under my quilt for the night. I had left the window partly open, with a cold breeze washing over my hot face from my bath. My pillows were propped up as I snuggled into them. Sleep found me quickly.

An old friend had come to visit, he perched himself at the side of my bed. We talked about all the fun times that we had many years before. Did I mention that he had passed many years ago and visits me regularly?

He mentioned another friend wanted to visit, when this man suddenly appeared at the foot of my bed wearing a huge smirk and stark naked. Laughing I told him he could have at least gotten dressed before he arrived. He chuckled moving up under the covers, asking me about the coldness in my bedroom.

Did I tell you he had been found guilty for murdering his wife many years before, and I was the only person to stand beside him as he went to trial? I knew he was guilty, but there where many circumstances on why he did it.

He ended up in a gas chamber for the crime and I was there to see his downfall from grace. He was naked then as he was now. He was now beside me under the covers as we reminisced about our lives then and now. He seemed much happier than he had been when he was alive.

I asked him why it took him so long to come visit me, he giggled like a teenager saying he had had a long journey from the place he had been. Laughing saying it was much warmer there. Where had my other friend gone?

Outside was getting colder the snow had started, it was coming onto the sill of the window. I got up to close the window and to snuggle back under the covers,

I found I was all alone.

My dream had ended.

Rude Wakening

I awoke with a start; feeling disoriented, from a dream, but could not remember what it was, which is unusual for me. Sometimes when I dream and wake I can go back and restart my dream and it carries on till I am ready to arouse and analyze it.

A sound from next door sharpened my senses. I heard a soft moan coming through the wall. My first thought was that she had company stay over. Then came a low thumping and the moaning grew louder. Yes, it sounded like a good time was happening.

I always slept with my windows open with a lock on each one. The curtains did not move and I felt clammy all over my body and the day had only started. Her moans kept seeping through the wall.  The heat was blistering already, far too early for me to open my sliding door and interrupt my neighbour and her friend.

I was now wide-awake, needed to shower. I turned the water on full to cold, standing with the stream pulsing down my body and started to come alive with goose bumps. Turning off the water I could still hear the banging coming from next door, it was getting louder.

The moaning persisted, but sounded more like a whimper now. I could hear someone moving about and the shower go on. A small noise again, I was getting annoyed and went out on the patio and peeked through a crack in her drapes.

I saw a body lying with blood all over and it was my neighbour lying there with her back to my wall hitting it with her foot. She was trying to get my attention.

Someone who did this was still there and in the shower. I ran back to call the police before I returned to help her. She looked up and her terrified eyes went towards the bathroom door. I quickly helped her up and we slipped out the door as I heard the shower go off.

She was bleeding from her mouth and had cuts all over her body. I hoped we were not leaving a trail of blood. Inside my place, we heard shouting and swearing. I helped her to my bed. We were both shaking with fear. I could hear sirens a distance away.

Then he was at my door banging, swearing and calling her name. A crash as the window smashed into pieces. I reached for my bedside drawer as he came pummeling through the window with his knife and a contorted grin on his face. I grabbed my gun from the drawer.  

He stopped dead in his tracks.

Don’t bring a knife to a gunfight.

His smile disappeared as I pulled the trigger.

My unconscious mind

I went to bed early, fell asleep when my head hit the pillow and plunged into a dream sleep of a warm place.  

        

My subconscious mind heard a click, and I wondered what the noise was? My body tightened as I felt a slight breeze over my face.

I slowly moved my eyes towards the sliding door, not showing my face above the covers. Then a small creak as the door slid opened another crack, then nothing. I waited.

Someone was on my patio waiting very quietly to make sure I was still sleeping. Was my imagination playing mind tricks or did I see a dark shape move. I was wide-awake now and started to tremble.

My hand inched towards my bedside drawer. I faked a snore to cover my movement to the drawer. Another scrape as the door slid opened further allowing the breeze to ruffle the curtain. I felt for my gun and I slowly picked it up and clicked the safety off.

Whoever was there must have heard me as the door burst open with a crash and a tall dark movement was coming straight at me. I could now hear his breathing, My instincts took over.Taking aim at the dark figure who was just about upon me, so close I could smell his rancid breath. I pulled the trigger. 

The bang woke me up. Was it a car backfiring out on the street? Or was it a gun shot?

Dream on

I dream dead people.

Conversations with them. Some in heaven some in hell. Is heaven heaven? Is hell hell?
They float as we converse. I love it when we discuss what they see and hear about people I know past and present.The dreams become more frequent. I have always known about events that have yet to happen, good or bad. Who is telling me these things? I keep the scary ones to myself, but give a subtle hint to those close. Mix it into a conversation I'm having with them.

My friend who passed twenty years ago tells me stories that I was not aware of happening. I have given her tales about things that have happened since she departed. I don't want to wake up from these dreams. Some are like nightmares. I try to forget but they are the recurring ones. Sometimes when I wake I walk the dark halls trying to analyze what they mean. Will I ever find out or have to wait till I float with my friends.

  When I leave this sphere, will it be exciting or frightening? I have to go though, don't I? Not because of Life's Death, but because I have to go. To explore new passages toward the light. Do I take my heaven and hell with me? Is that my soul?

 Or leave it behind?