Last night I had a dream, that I was mostly doing normal things: walking around the house, walking around outside, talking to the sheep and goats, Occasionally in my dream I would sit cross legged (what we used to refer to as Indian style). Except I wouldn't sit on the ground, in this particular dream, I sat cross legged to fly. It created a sense of lightness-like a floating sensation, obviously. But there was a greater sense; I was consciously choosing by a slight physical action, to defy the very forces of nature, the force of nature that holds each of us down at a specific rate; none of us float of our own will. In my dream, however I did. It was both very freeing and very empowering; not to mention fun.
Now at some point today, I realized that it was indeed just a dream. I had a sense, in the awake world, that I wasn't feeling particular free or empowered(of course I know in my head I am both); I was, in fact, in a store stocking shelves with candy when this realization hit me. It didn't particularly bring a happy feeling. It saddened me actually. While I was deep in thought, I stopped stocking for a moment and went to the bathroom. I flushed the silvery handle and water came into the bowl, and water came into the bowl, and water came into the bowl. Regardless of what I did to the handle or the other mechanisms, water came into the the bowl, onto the floor, and down into the drain in the floor. It was really a striking parallel to what I had just realized in my dream versus reality thought process.
I haven't quite shaken this feeling thought process, but the following quote I read today has helped.
"My blessing is this. I know a God who gives hope to the hopeless. I know a God who loves the unlovable. I know a God who comforts the sorrowful. And I know a God who has planted this same power within me. Within all of us."
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