Postings

  From here until further notice postings will be irregular due to a shortcoming on material, though I will attempt to post on Sunday and Wednesday evenings (late). Please keep checking back. Feel free to post your dreams.

  As always, sweet dreams.

Regret

  Have you ever regretted saying something in a dream?


  A few years ago I was home in Missouri as my closest friend, Joe, was laying in a hospital bed in Alabama. He was dieing of cancer. I had made a number of trips to see him when he had been first diagnosed with a brain tumor and then metastasized after surgery into the cancer. I could not get to Mobile in time to say my goodbye and I knew it. I lay in bed knowing my friend was going to leave, I fell asleep and dreamt of him. He came to me smiling happy and healthy, the man I had known and loved for so many years. I looked at him and said, "You can't be here, your dead." He faded away. I have never regretted something I had said more in my life then what I had said to my friend in a dream. He has not revisited me since though I think of him often.

  I met Joe Burnett in Mobile Alabama,1978 and we became instant and inseparable friends. We had many an adventure together over the years. In 2005 the doctors had discovered a brain tumor after he had woken up one morning, half his body feeling numb. In early December of 2007. he had lost his fight with cancer. Joe was a rare  breed, he liked almost everybody he met. He would give the shirt of his back to his friends, and many a time had helped strangers in need. He is sorely missed  by me and all who knew him.

 I hope that you never regret a dream.

Tomorrow

 Since I do this more for myself then anyone else's pleasure, not that I believe that this is read, I will post tomorrow (maybe). Truth be told, I would love to know that others read my stuff (other then my Aunt, not that she is not appreciated, she is.) So if anyone else does, let me know. I don't mind constructive criticisms or just shared thoughts. Thank you and pleasant dreams, Robert.

Home and Family

  Sometimes you have dreams that just make no damn sense but you know they are supposed to mean something personal to you. Sometimes dreams seem broken with no story line. Not so much flashes of images but more like clips that have been left on the editing room floor, that without the rest of the film you can only guess as to what they may had been part of.


  I approach a house, it lies between two other homes that mirror it, I ignore them,they fade. It's like a large (Carolina) farm house, a Southern plantation style building, accept that it seems not quite right, it stands tall and narrow. I see it like looking through gauze. The white of the house and the greens of the trees and shrubs around it are blurred. I have the feeling that I'm out of my own time, like its the late 1920's, then I realize that other then the dirt road behind me that there is nothing else but wide unploughed fields for as far as I can see. The house becomes sharper as I approach it. I am inside like I had never used the door, like I was a ghost with no memory of ever passing through the threshold. The room I stand in is a large sitting room with intricately carved walls of rich dark woods a large mantled fireplace takes up most of one wall, the furnishings are elegant, heavy, and well made, the room is very European. I go to the mantle which is lined with antiques, plates, carved boxes and other objects. I say out loud to myself, like someone else is in the room with me, watching me, "I'm only here to get what is my families." Then I begin to take things from the mantle.


  I stand in a room of people, some seem to be mannequins, (I personally have a thing about mannequins, especially the old style types, like the ones used in Dreamland for nuclear tests, they absolutely freak me out) I start asking, "Are you my brother.", even though they look nothing like any of  my siblings, of course I get no reply, but still I wander this room with raggedy plastic sheets for walls and ask, "Are you my brother."

  I don't know about you but I could use fewer of the mannequin dreams in my life. Opulent European furnished farm houses would be OK, if it didn't feel like I was a visiting ghost. Pleasant dreams.