The Place in Which the Dreamer Meets the Dream

15 May

She was lying in bed half awake with the television on watching the fulfillment of wishes.  She never watched TV this early especially on a Saturday morning.  Tucked underneath her pink and purple lightly flowered cotton comforter, she had nothing in particular on her mind.  Life was just going by and her emotions fell on the line of indifference.  She was neither happy nor sad; she just was.

As she was about to get up, an unexpected vision lured her attention.  In a single moment, she witnessed the opening to a dream.  A mere look held wondrous possibilities.  The dream was not something she envisioned for herself but it felt so delightful she gratefully placed it in her heart.  The imagination went into its whirlwind of creation fancying in the delight of love.  The dream became a gift from an unseen source and she nurtured it carefully.

With little nudges forward from a discreet guiding hand, she became aware of the intricacies of life’s connections.  Confirmations would arise that kept her on track.  She was united to this dream all along and the surreality of it all took her breath away.  The true gift was finally becoming aware of it.

Now, some years later, she questions if she is still on the right path.  She does not want all of her love, work, and patience to be in vain.  She wants to know the place in which to meet her dream.  She is ready.  While lying in bed, she wonders if she will ever get to see her wishes fulfilled.


Deep into that darkness peering,
long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting,
dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

~Edger Allan Poe


H. Hassenbein

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