Dreams

I think of life as a wave. Only part of a wave, but a wave nonetheless. "Life” as I know it exists at the very crest of the wave. The future rushes up towards us. For the briefest of moments, through time and space, we merge with possibility and realize our existence. It is this continues moment that sits at the peak of the wave I call life.Then in the fastest of transitions the moment flows through us and in to the past. Unlike the future, which is murky at best, the past is sharp and comprehensive to our needs. Our memory is what we use to make what little sense we can of the future.
Dreams. Through out our existence we spend a third of it in a sleep state. Just like in our waking state the moments we pass through in our dreams also move through our spirits and into the past. They too are stored in the same vault as all other memories. Our memories are identical in our comprehension recall and as such affect our futures equally.
Dream life is a continuing state of existence too often discounted. It is in these moments that we can live out the universe as we would have it. It is our realm. When I dream I remember that this is my life and as such I embrace it will my whole. For I realize that life is the only thing that I will ever truly know.