Sepia and colors
I dream of so many things. So many colors and some in sepia. The vivid parts of life and memories flash before me as I toss and turn nightly. One would wonder if sleeping was really necessary with all these pieces parted inside my closed eyes.
Oh how the reels of memories roll, even trickle down from one instance to the next. May not have any real connection to me but the reality of the situation is ever bit as fierce as a lion in pursuit of an antelope. I strive when I awaken from either darkened bits or from laughter to place where I saw them in the day prior.
I realize that dreams to some have great meaning, and I recall in my past I held dearly to the depth of their meanings. Now though I realize that they are just concerns overlapping sights I saw during the day, or memories that entertained my mind for fractions of seconds.
Truly interesting are the ones that have me standing on pins and needles. They are not weights of burden but deeper. Yet I could care less to explain what that means. I have no real connection to depth anymore. I just know when it jolts me awake in the night via night sweats and fear I have to seek out Jehovah instantly. I realize I let down my guard so Satan could entertain visuals inside me.
So many times when I first was coming into the truth I experienced these types of dreams. I had one right after my accident and I never wanted to sleep in my bed again. Yet I soon realized that the actions I was doing was giving power to someone who didn't need it. I had to realize my fears were superficial and that I should keep on praying.
So yes there were times when I believed in the meanings of my dreams, nightmares and had "visions or deja vu" moments. Now I only realize that it was silly to try to understand the complexity of my mind. I just had to let go and let Jehovah take over.
So now the dreams I have are of people that are in my everyday life. Even those I rarely speak to . They still are a thought to me or weight I carry. Often times I don't mind carrying them because the dreams are so enthralling and so vivid that the experience of whatever comes is worth the wonder in the morning hours. Even the breathless moments from heat or fear. Still an opportunity to learn where I need to either let go or improve on.
I like seeing them as the concerns of my prior day or even the week pressing through. Indeed I love the colors, the people and the experiences. Some more than others.
Oh how the reels of memories roll, even trickle down from one instance to the next. May not have any real connection to me but the reality of the situation is ever bit as fierce as a lion in pursuit of an antelope. I strive when I awaken from either darkened bits or from laughter to place where I saw them in the day prior.
I realize that dreams to some have great meaning, and I recall in my past I held dearly to the depth of their meanings. Now though I realize that they are just concerns overlapping sights I saw during the day, or memories that entertained my mind for fractions of seconds.
Truly interesting are the ones that have me standing on pins and needles. They are not weights of burden but deeper. Yet I could care less to explain what that means. I have no real connection to depth anymore. I just know when it jolts me awake in the night via night sweats and fear I have to seek out Jehovah instantly. I realize I let down my guard so Satan could entertain visuals inside me.
So many times when I first was coming into the truth I experienced these types of dreams. I had one right after my accident and I never wanted to sleep in my bed again. Yet I soon realized that the actions I was doing was giving power to someone who didn't need it. I had to realize my fears were superficial and that I should keep on praying.
So yes there were times when I believed in the meanings of my dreams, nightmares and had "visions or deja vu" moments. Now I only realize that it was silly to try to understand the complexity of my mind. I just had to let go and let Jehovah take over.
So now the dreams I have are of people that are in my everyday life. Even those I rarely speak to . They still are a thought to me or weight I carry. Often times I don't mind carrying them because the dreams are so enthralling and so vivid that the experience of whatever comes is worth the wonder in the morning hours. Even the breathless moments from heat or fear. Still an opportunity to learn where I need to either let go or improve on.
I like seeing them as the concerns of my prior day or even the week pressing through. Indeed I love the colors, the people and the experiences. Some more than others.
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