I had a dream about you. We were playing chess and logically we were both wearing football helmets. You were winning so I started to complain that perhaps I was losing because I was suffering from Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis due to the violent nature of the game. Then you took off your helmet to reveal the fact that you had no hair or skull and you had waffles for brains. So I poured syrup on my gloved hands and scooped out your intelligence to consume it.

Intuition is an omnipotent wonder for it is not bound by the bands of time or space. When we are tune with it it is a guiding light that can bring our dreams within reach and give us the direction we need to find our way home when lose our way in this world. It is a precious gift in the spiritual toolbox of life that we can give to ourselves and others. I cant imagine existing without it.

A dream conceived from the inside-out eventually becomes reality. But a dream desired from the outside-in is subject to spoil and tragedy.

Life is full of disparate details arbitrarily joined together by dreams pain and yearning. I do not long for sense but I call for emotion and imagination amidst this chaos.

The doctor will tell you that all fiction is harmful that the pleasure we find in good dreams is more than offset by the terror when those dreams go bad. I say even the bad dreams are good for us. Theres something alluring about monsters about things that hide at the foot of your bed and go bump in the night. If there werent we wouldnt dream about them. We want to experience that thrill taste that fear. Theres nothing wrong with a healthy scare. It sets our hearts racing unleashes our adrenalin lets us know we are alive. For after all what could be more exciting-more stimulating- than tackling those monsters head on. In our dreams we can do that we can have that excitement and yet be protected. OUr dreams cant hurt us.

We have to believe that our prayers if pure and powerful can transform any catastrophic situation regardless of its magnitude.

Dreaming A quite peaceful permission to be insane every night.

And the man who dreamt of flight has tripped and fallen in a hole.

I had a dream about you. Too many people died that night to count. Still I had to provide the Minister of Numbers with a rough estimate. The number I told him was two and that number may be off by one or two people. In the dream nobody could find my in-laws who may have been on vacation or they may have been viciously murdered depending on who you ask and what you saw. Say what did you see

Dreams in your life are like light bulbs that brighten your room. But having them on the ceiling is just not enough you got to make an effort by pressing on the switch and there it goes taking away the darkness