I've had many reoccurring dreams since I was about sixteen years old. Every. Single. Night. They are vivid. They are dark. There are many moments where I relive parts of my life - except in my dreams they play out differently for me, I have extraordinary visitations with my brother, Zachary. We have conversations of what it is like to die. I die in my dreams, I live in my dreams, I evolve in my dreams. I am exhausted when I wake up. I wake up and immediately have to process. I have to make myself get up and move and remember that my dreams aren't necessarily my real life - they are visions, they are reminders.
However, many of my dreams are things that I have done in real life, but the incident that occurred in real life plays out much much worse in my dreams. I actively engage in my mistakes when I sleep. I actively acknowledge how things could have been much different - and I do so when my mind is most at ease. I am not only exhausted when I wake up, I am emotionally unavailable. My dreams provide the most consistent access to my evolutionary process. It is deep, it is tense, it is magical. I dream when I'm asleep - I dream when I'm awake; but the most consistent pattern in it all is redemption. It serves me in my waking hours as a reminder that every day is a new day. What happens each day is out of my control, but my response is controllable. It reminds me that a new day means a new chance, a new opportunity to be my most authentic self. It has shown me that any day I am given above ground....is a REALLY good day,
Are the chances we have to redeem ourselves unlimited?
How are we making sure we don't abuse redemption?
How do we honor redemption? Respect it?
My visions are wildly vivid, but the lessons I am learning amount far beyond words. They make me grateful; they motivate me.
I dream of redemption, but I live in compassion. I dream of redemption, but I learn lessons. I dream of redemption, but I live in evolution.
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