Tag: dreams

Table for 2

bermudaI just finished reading Paulo Coelho’s “Eleven Minutes” while waiting for my return flight to Philly. “Eleven Minutes” depicts the conflicting thoughts on love a young woman carries on her journey to reaching her dream.

I can’t help but to think about love in as many variations as possible. Love comes in so many packages and I embrace those packages as long as they are genuine, risky and passionate. I’ve never personally been at a place where love and my dreams have conflicted. In my mind they coincide with each other, one cultivates the other. There was one paragraph in the book that really jumped onto my back so of course I have to share it:

“You experienced pain yesterday and you discovered that it led to pleasure. You experienced it today and found peace. That’s why I’m telling you don’t get used to it, because it’s very easy to become habituated; it’s a very powerful drug. It’s in our daily lives, in our hidden suffering, in the sacrifice we make, blaming love for the destruction of our dreams. Pain is frightening when it shows its real face, but it’s seductive when it comes disguised as sacrifice or self-denial. Or cowardice. However much we may reject it, we human beings always find a way of being with pain, or flirting with it and making it a part of our lives.”

I can only speak for myself when I say despite my hardships I love the person I am and who I am becoming, but adversity is not a space I want to live in, look for, or equate with pleasure. I strive for love and happiness every day because adversity comes unsolicited, unwelcomed, and unexpected anyway. People endure unasked for pain and suffering every day, no worries, our next turn is sure to come! With that said, I take no interest in asking for it as if it were my favorite bowl of cream of wheat. I only leave room for 2 at my table… Love and happiness. #WhatILearnedAsAnADult

-FM

20/20

eye On this day last year, April 30, 2012, I wrote about a very vivid dream I had that brought me to tears. I usually only write about dreams that I feel need translating. I always feel like my dreams are practice for real life. They are all over the place, challenging, and sometimes scary…Yup, real life.

I had spent the day cleaning and refreshing my new but pretty raggedy home. I’m not quite sure about what I was getting all dressed up for, but some random women whisked me away to have my make-up done by a well known make artist. I had 3 or 4 kids with me that I was watching. They belonged to Marsha Ambrosious, only she wasn’t Marsha Ambrosious, but a woman with a thick African Accent. She never came back to pick her kids up that night.

Unmoved by the recent family additions, It wasn’t until I got up to leave my bedroom that night that I realized all the renovations I had done, painting, cleaning etc was undone! It looked untouched and worse than when I moved in. Everything that I thought should have been there, wasn’t. To make matters worse, no one around me saw what I saw, everything looked finished to them. I burst into tears trying to explain to my cousin that something was wrong, but she couldn’t understand me …I kept screaming that the devil distorted my vision! I was crying so hard in my dream, I woke up wiping away tears! I couldn’t help but wonder if God was trying to tell me something…

Extreme Makeover- Ortho Edition

I had a dream…Correction, I often have dreams that my teeth are falling out. When I posted this of Facebook, I received three comments that stood out.  One from a guy I didn’t really know but just added him anyway. He said that he just feels retarded until he wakes up. Does he really?(in my sarcastic voice) One of my friends said she has the same dreams that concern her, so she looked them up online. What she found stated “subconsciously you are afraid of change,” primarily with getting older and stuff. I had just cut my hair at the time, down to ¼ inch because I didn’t feel like doing it anymore. I must do a good job at getting dressed in the dark because it always appears to make some sort of fashion statement. Dear mother, you are the reason for my gym membership. I am genetically inclined to be 5’4”, 300lbs by the time I turn thirty. Another friend suggested that “you’re on some type of journey, but worried about if others will accept you or how they will perceive you. Well I’m definitely on a journey, its called life. And to think I just thought those dreams were due to my extreme fear of losing my teeth. Go figure.