“Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board. For some they come in with the tide. For others they sail forever on the horizon, never out of sight, never landing until the watcher turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams mocked to death by time. That is the life of men. – Zora Neale Houston (American writer) from her book “Their Eyes Were Watching God”
I read once that the only way to remember your dreams was to wake up during the R.E.M. (rapid eye movement) cycle of your time sleeping, because only during this time does one dream. I am not sure if this is correct or if my recollection is off, I only know that in my life before I came to prison I very rarely remember what I dreamt about, or for that matter if I had any dreams at all while I slept. What I do know is that I remember dreaming now almost every day, and I think this may have to do with the fact that getting a full nights sleep in here is a very rare, almost impossible feat.
I wake up at least twice every night, more often than not, even more than that, which brings me to the conclusion that since I can never get through a full cycle of sleep, I find myself almost always able to recall my previous dream.
For a few weeks now I have been mulling over the idea of writing this topic but until now I have not taken the time to actually put the pen to paper. I’d like to convey my dreams of last night to you, what they mean I am not sure, nor am I sure they mean anything at all, only that they are my dreams. One night of my dreams or one part of one nights dreams last night are all that I remember.
I am running, sprinting, faster than is humanly possible. I am running like I have super human agility, yet I am not aware of being anything other than who I normally am. I am on a lake, running across the water, looking down, likeit is totally normal, I feel in no way that my running across water is against the laws of nature, nor do I feel anything religious. The weather is cool, overcast and there is a mild breeze and what was a lake is now a swamp, a marsh and I am in a race. I have no idea what kind of race I’m in and I see no other contestants, but I am fully aware I am racing other people. The marsh no walls me in tightly on both sides like a hallway and I’m running like the wind across the water and I am only wearing a loin cloth. I have no tattoos on my body and my hair hangs down to my shoulders. I am running faster than any man alive and I am loving it, I have never felt more alive or free. I suddenly cut left into the marsh and I see a beach, I am now running on the sand, the beach is massive and beyond the beach are small hills with spots of green and what appears to be a village. When I say village, I mean something you would imagine a thousand years ago. Towards the top of the beach there is a barbwire fence, but I have no idea where that came from. I look around and there are frogs all over the beach, I am worried I might step on one and I do all I can to avoid them because I like frogs. As I near the barbwire fence I jump and easily clear the 15 foot fence and keep running, not thinking anything odd about jumping a fence of that height in a single hop. I just continue running. Now it is raining lightly and the weather is dreary, sad you could say but before I can think of anything else a fireball shoots past my shoulder barely missing me. I look behind me and a wizard is gaining on me, shooting another white-orange fireball at me which I avoid with another monstrous jump. I feel no fear, only excitement as I begin to think of how to defeat this wizard…
I wake up. I climb out of bed and walk to the restroom, I relieve myself, drink some water and walk back to my bunk. I lay back down to sleep.
I’m in a shack. Maybe it is a shanty, or a cabana or bungalow. Somewhere in the South Pacific or Southeast Asia. On the beach. I’m in Vietman, on a beach. My ex-wife is with me and it is raining, it is only one room and I am about to go somewhere but I don’t know where or maybe she is about to go somewhere. I am in bed and I am waking up afraid, feeling all alone, telling her not to go and she is soothing me. She is calming me, telling me that she is right there that it will be okay and I can go back to sleep. I feel safe and content, I feel so much relief as she gives me a small smile and I again feel totally safe.
I wake up.
I have no idea what my dreams may mean nor do I ever really take the time to ponder if they mean anything at all. I only know that every night when I go to sleep I know that I will dream, and every morning when I get out of bed I will remember those dreams.
It is a happy escape from a hard time, it is a welcome distraction from the monotony of every day being the same.
Who knows what I will dream tonight.
Until our next dream, KEEP ON RICH ROLLIN!
From your fireball dodging friend – DART
Song for this diary.
Song: THE RIDDLE
Artist: FIVE FOR FIGHTING