They say time heals all wounds, and I know this to be true to some point. Because in life, there are many things that happen which will bring up memories, some good, and some bad.
So it's with this, my memories this morning are mixed. I dreamt of my mom, and she didn't look well, yet she did, if this makes sense. She was smoking, which she shouldn't be, and had quit the last six months of her life, not because she wanted to, but because her body didn't want it any longer.
She also smelled my glass of wine, but didn't drink from the glass... the meaning I don't know.
It was a strange dream, and it woke me up. But there are many nights I wake up around 3:30am sometimes from a dream, sometimes not, and then I can't go back to sleep, and when I do, dreams just come to me....
I do dream a lot, and I do remember most of them, or at least the last half of them,and therefore, and maybe one day I will write a book based on my dreams, ... that I can only tell... I guess I have such a vivid mind, and the brain waves just don't end when I close my eyes.,
I also have the funniest things happen to me, in my dreams. Good thing many of my dreams, don't happen to me in real life, or you would think that I was some kind of crazy person.. which I can assure you, I'm not.
But I have to say, I like dreaming and maybe I'm the lucky one, and can live through them, going on those many journeys, because in real life, I 'm such a realist and don't know how to use my imagination, and as a writer, that's not good.
We all need to have fantasies. I believe it helps us cope with everyday life. It gets us through the tough times. I just need to do more of this and then maybe the greatest story will emerge, and finally I would have accomplished what I set out to do, and leave behind my legacy, like many authors before me. For ex.. John Steinbeck just to name one... but of course there are so many more...
Okay that's enough of me babbling about my dreams and my reality, but I hope they will always be
FOREVER YOUNG
