Dreams now seem like symphonies, plays, cinema, worship; something entered in within to be churned like a Snow Globe . . . now wondering who does the shaking? Making the dance within!
Last evening I viewed “CABARET,” inspired by a Teri Gross interview with Joel Grey. A consummate entertainer something like Sammie Davis, Jr. but different in intent; seemingly motivated by the same desire. Then too I love dance and had been oblivious that Bob Fosse choreographed the film; although I have viewed, now, the film, four or five times.
My dreams, as remembered, have no monsters but people acting in cruel ways. At times doing despicable things to me, sometimes others. Emergent in the dream that followed held a sense of how and why I had made myself inert. So too the people I lived with. Acting as if being ‘the living dead’ then suddenly going randomly berserk. Retrospectively, demonstrating my life as it was and no longer remains.
Why do I and human life surrounding me do the things we do . . . or don’t do? An abiding concern and focus moving me with greater velocity daily, impelling me to better understand the meanings and values of behaviors; mine especially.
Between awakening and arising there is a period of analysis. Long or short it seems to variously defuse, pollute or emphasize the characters and actions invoking memories and behaviors redefined.
At the moment I am thinking of Last Words and forgiveness. Compassion for assassins; those who remain mired in “is this all there is?”
There is a society available in books manifesting ideas across the boundaries of science, metaphysics and entertainment apparent and apprehensible at least to me.
To me there are no boundaries . . . This becomes increasingly conclusive as I weave back and forth across the loom of my day; a shuttle between what I write and read, across the treads and hyper-links. With the surprising, always, preface of dreams!? Then too I sense a community, if not actual family, a body of friends to and with whom I could and would be free to confess all my sorrow and ecstasy while remaining accepted and understood.
Heaven?
No. Not a place, or goal, but what is resident within; something not transient but permanent - a place wherein we are not tenant but co-creators and owners of our infinitesimal footprint in the universe.
But not always. Sometimes there are thoughts and ideas/ideals that have been nascent for years and decades emergent again; insisting upon my attention now. I wonder if I am merely being a scold; preaching confession, consciousness, full and transparent revelation. If we are unable to fully know ourselves change, growth and evolution are impossible.
The “ah-ha!” moments strike unexpectedly. Changing me in wonderful ways; and then its good to be alive: finally!
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