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3 Oct 2016

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The You Inside of You – the Dream Within a Dream

People are like those nested Russian dolls. You never really lose the things you were, as you get older. You just kind of add a new shell on top of them. That kid you were, that bold or shy teenager, that wild early twenty-something…that stuff is all still there. You just have to open that top layer and look deeper.

You ever have a dream within a dream? I have. Sometimes I have dreams within dreams within dreams. Sometimes you go too deep into the layers and get lost. Because those old yous aren’t the same as the current you. It’s important to know they are still there, because they make up a lot of who you currently are. But it’s equally important to remember that you are not those other yous. Those other yous are you…get it?

A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM.

Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand—
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep—while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

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20 Nov 2015

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Waking from the Dream

Waking up is hard
The hibernation starts with the realization
The realization that nothing is as it was supposed to be
With the job lost, the failed loves,
those inconvenient and pesky things
Emotions

Then the news says death
By ingestion, breathing, walking a certain way
And it’s all true, all of it

So, sleep
Sleep through it all
Expecting to be awakened by that alarm clock called Change
However, when sleep, opportunities pass, and change recedes
in direct correlation to how many of those chances go untaken

Maybe while sleep
a dream creates a warning
A whisper
The truth
of what was thought of as truth

But it’s hard to wake
But it’s hard to wake

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