The power of Dreams

Everybody has a dream held onto from infancy. Childhood dreams; one by one they fade but one is always kept, nurtured in the dark secret places of the subconscious where common sense can’t reach and snuff it out.

Life makes demands; takes hold as childhood slips away. That which was held so dear in those early years looses meaning. It fades into the past and is forgotten, re-emerging only briefly in world of sleep but it holds no power anymore. On waking the rational, conscious mind immediately labels it as foolish and if fades quickly back to its secret place awaiting the next chance for freedom.

But this last vestige of childhood’s imaginings is patient; it knows all that is required is the tiniest chance the merest chink in the armour of banality then it will surge forward, hammering into the conscious mind and its everyday drudge.

Like a new blossomed flower, sublime in its beauty we will stop and wonder at it. Perhaps shrug it off but this time it won’t fade easily for it has tasted the light of consciousness; fed on the nectar of our determination and hope. It will not relinquish the hard won place in our minds and in those boring or frustrated moments it flowers anew filling us with its heady scent.

We get used to its presence after a time, come to like its warming promise and it snares more of our attention, tightening its hold. Its roots wind deeper into the fertile soil of our lives.
Soon it’s with us everyday, a constant companion. It nourishes us and gains nourishment from us – a parasite; a symbiont. It is a stimulating narcotic that pulls us into the addiction; to turn away from the mundane; to follow the dream no matter what the cost. We become the dream’s creature.