Chasing Grace

Everybody has dreams, whether they remember them or not. I almost always remember mine. Usually they are mundane, and easily forgotten during the day that follows. But I’ve had a handful of dreams that were quite intense. I wake feeling as though I have actually left my bed and visited the places I had dreamed about, and had the experiences that I can remember while being there. This one I had many weeks ago. I still think about it from time to time.

I was in a palace. I lived there, and it was my job to keep the royals in that palace entertained. I was a magician and worked with colors, sounds and textures to create fantastic spectacles of light and sound, touch and smell.

Some dreams are so vivid, you could almost believe they are a memory…

I can feel the heat from the lamps on the walls, and smell the scented oil they are burning. I could see and feel the textures of the draperies and tapestries. I could feel the cool marble under my bare feet, as I wandered the halls in the twilight. The rich fabric softly brushes against my skin as I walk - slowly - inhaling the perfume of the moment that surrounds me. I feel power fill me, and close my eyes…

Sometimes scenes jump, we travel in dreams. And it feels as natural as breathing…

I’m in a garden at evening… my garden. I walk among the growing things there. I can smell the flowers, the green things, the wood, the stone and the soft, wet earth beneath my bare feet. I can feel the breezes, and see the azure sky through the treetops. I know I spend many hours in my garden, in solitude. It’s my favorite place to gather energy and to meditate.

I am standing on the sandy shore. I can see tall, rocky peaks rising from the water about a hundred feet away. They are very familiar to me, almost like friends. I can feel the sand beneath my feet, and it’s cool and soft. The sky is a deep indigo and purple, and there is a large full moon - yellow and radiant - just above the horizon. I call the wind, and it blows around me, moving my hair and whispering secrets in my ears…

And this is when I woke, still smelling the sea and feeling the wind in my hair. Do dreams have meaning? Some people believe they do. I don’t claim to know, but sometimes they can be quite entertaining and give you something to write about in your journal.