Adventures in Poverty #2 {04/24/09} By FilmHeroin

Adventures in Poverty #2 {04/24/09} By FilmHeroin

Lately, my dreams are filled with images of destruction.

Last night, Again, I watched...Silently...as flames consumed everything around me.

Dream Dictionaries list simple symbolisms.....to explain.....to define. Destruction. Anger. Transformation.

I wonder, though. Some say that it is during our sleep- The Dream Time- when we are able to receive needed messages...From the dead.....From the gods and goddesses.....From ourselves- past and future.

I wonder. 

I wonder if our other "dreams"- those wishes, lofty goals, and hopes that keep us going...during those darkest of dark nights of the soul- also send messages to us.....When we have no choice but to listen. 

Maybe.....Sometimes.....A hope or a wish comes to say "Goodbye."

Maybe.....Sometimes.....A Hope or a Wish knows when to abandon ship- like rats foreshadowing the sinking of a supposedly unsinkable battleship. But, maybe they still feel a sense of loss.....of potential.....of what could have been or should have been. So, just like us, they seek some small comfort...within the closure of a heartfelt goodbye. 

Awake...My stubborn human-self would have none of it. I know that I would over-intellectualize, pitifully dramatize, and loudly self-aggrandize. Anything. Anything.....Anything to just not hear that faint whisper: "It's Over. Goodbye."

Asleep. Dreaming. I'm powerless to do anything except watch and listen. 

Are my dreams forcing me to witness a ritualistic funeral pyre.....that burns away the very last part of me that still believes in them?

Do hopes and wishes say "Goodbye" through a language of flame, heat, and destruction? 

Do they flare wildly.....and consume completely.....before they leave you?.....Before they're born again.....As the faint spark within another?