Dream State

Imagine your life as a dream.
Walking through a scene and not feeling there.
DejaVu.
Not understanding each and every moment
But allowing it to just drift through your body.

Imagine all around you is your own creation
Not influenced at all by others.
Impossible, even in dreams.
Metaphors symbolize insecurities, the real world enters
Those dreams we remember anyhow.
But what is real?

Then there is the dreams we forget.
Is this a choice?
Are these dreams stored, put on hold, filed.
Then opened when we are ready?

Do our dreams enter into our conscious?
Do they change us?
Or are they there to just heal?
Expiate, readdress and continue again.

Is embodiment a dream?
Do we embody what we chose to?
Taking on and soaking up our own desires?
Is this dependent on the stories of others?
When do we stop dreaming?

Is it when our dreams stop being our own?
Is it when our dreams become the dreams of another?
Is it when we are ordered, controlled?
Is it when no-one listens?

To dance our own dreams to embody our own lives
Can this only be set apart from those who seek to control us?

We cannot dream in isolation.
At times we share the same dreams.
In seeking to understand another.

Listen to our bodies, they will tell us.
Trust in your instinct, it is never wrong
Live in your dreams, the beautiful dreams
See what you are.







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