In this world and another

Have you ever woken up in the middle of a dream? While you're beinging your morning routine and your mind is still in dream land? Thinking about that person, what he/she looked like, visioning the the last scene or interpreting it to how your day may pan out. . . . We have these ideas that dreams mean nothing. That they are simply away in which we filter out our days happenings. Others believe they are symbolic reflections of how we interpret our life , past , present and future. It is all really quite fasinating. If interested begin a dream journal. Jounnal around 10 dreams then inturpret them. I'll keep you posted. I think of them as your creativity running wild, interconnecting with your thoughts, desires and little with others whose frequency you may be imbarking on.
Create your dreams and live them...

A picture

The suns' brilliance fades
It's now a red ball of fire
moving quickly, passing behind clouds
A soft red-pink in the sky with golden yellow shining in fields of wheat

The half moon's in the picture,
just visible enough to notice it
Clouds in clumps of dark grey, sheets of rain water
In the distance the sun catches the rain, turns it faided pink

The dogs are running in the fields,
pouncing like white tail deer
I smile and turn to see the suttle shades of light
It's alive all around me
the sky, the land, the light and me

In this World

As I walk alone
I am mystified
as to why.
As I ponder
I am baffeled
as to how.
As I observe
I am obsured
as to what.
Why and how
I endure entity.