I both love and hate dreaming. For a brief time my sleeping mind makes everything alright. Yes, it’s all hunky-dory. I am on top of the world. I’m blissfully unaware of what awaits on the other side of sleep. As for waking, well, it’s not a slow descent back down the mountain. It’s being pushed off a cliff.
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Oh, and forget about a soft landing. It’s a splat. A thud. One where the impact is so violent it makes an impression in the ground. It’s a helpless free fall.. arms and legs flailing in some crazy hope that I’ll fly. Can I at least create some aerodynamic drag, for goodness sake? All that’s missing is the cartoon-ish Acme anvil landing on my head. (Beep, beep).
I’m not sure if I wrote this in the past or just thought about it, but dreams are like a drug and wakeful reality is the hangover. It’s a fantasy-induced euphoria followed by a very real withdrawal. It sucks.
Last night’s dream was especially sweet. Brought to me in Techno-Color.
I never want to dream again.
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Wishing all your sweet dreams come true — and knowing they will! Hugs to all of you!! SHSP, NGA! <3
Intersting thoughts on dreaming. Also, we look forward to whether the blood thinner theory that may be causing the rash-like symptoms.
We know your life is filled with decision making and stress. While I cannot come close to the decisions you have to make each day, I will always recall a saying someone told me years ago. Whenever you are in doubt, always trust in God, He will help you make the right decsion. At the time, my wife and I faced some medical decisions involving our children and what this person told me relieved me and I’ve never forgotten it. We are praying for you guys, always. God bless you.
Dreams truly are disorienting things, Ken. I get to see my dad, who has passed away, in my dreams. It will be 21 years on November 16. And I still miss him like it was yesterday. Wonderful to see him, and yet, why can’t he really still be here? I hear ya.
But in the waking hours, I must say, that in the darkest seasons of my life, I have seen miracles occur. I have lived them, and I have come to depend upon them in seemingly hopeless situations.
Don’t let those dreams get the better of you, Ken. We are going to be praying that your waking reality be better than any dream your subconscious could conjure up. Ryan is coming back. I believe it.
Wishing you only pleasant dreams, Ken. Thinking about you and praying for you and your family always with hope and faith. God is with us. Love
Our 5yr old (at the time) grandson told us he was having bad dreams. I explained to him that if he talked with God that those bad dreams may go away. He was silent for a moment and them responded by saying, “I know him!” and I said, “Who?” and he said, “God”. I said, “How do you know God?” He said, “He goes to my church! Thought that might bring a smile… SHSP.
Smart kid, that grandson of yours! Thanks for the smile, Sandy 🙂
Ohhhhhhh you write too well, Ken……..
But hope is alive and the love remains
Prayers & hugs,
Paula
I agree with Scott: dreams are like miniature mind vacations. We all need them. However, I’m still hoping that one day soon, your reality will be just as good (or even better) than your dreams.
Ah yes, the blissful dream with the “oh crap” upon awakening. Sometimes, dreams are the mind’s way of giving respite from what life throws at us. They are beautiful, so embrace them.
Praying every good dream comes true and pleasant things will become your real world …One day I believe !!
Give Ryan a hug Thinking of you all always. love Gail
We are praying that all of your sweet dreams for Ryan come true <3
Don’t stop believin’
Hold on to the feeling
……..We believe in Ryan, and Ryan believes in you. Together, you got this.
Love,
Carla