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False Awakenings

Art is courtesy of my friend, Shellie Summers. Thank you, Shellie!


Lately, my dreams have been filled with werewolves, vampires, necromancers, and other monsters. The fights are full of magic and are incredible to behold. However, I have not learned anything of value from them. Unless, of course, one is looking to find a way to keep a vampire from killing you. I don't think knowing that using light magic as a possible weapon instead of dark magic (also called filth) would be of any use to anyone in real life. Thats why today I have decided to post about a dream I had some time ago that I think back to every once in a while. ”Some time ago” is short for "I can't remember when, but I know it was likely this month or last month." I have forgotten most of this dream, but I do remember the most significant part to me.


In the sky was a gigantic sphere; inside that sphere was another Earth that I was constructing with awesome power. However, as the new world grew bigger, our world grew smaller, and the people and things that inhabited this world began to disappear from our world only to have copies of them formed in this other world. In other words, the price for creating a world was the world that I had come from. Once I had seen people fade away, I stopped to consider my options; build a world of my own design and sacrifice our world or sacrifice that world to restore the real Earth.

After waking from this dream, I pondered the idea that it was commenting on my constant daydreaming, a habit I have had for as long as I can remember. It has gotten so bad, as of late, that I dislike driving because the daydreams can become so real that I struggle to perceive and react to the world around me. Worst still is that they can be triggered at any time without me realizing I have begun to do it. It is second nature to me at this point. I feel like I am stuck between two worlds, and now, as I get older, I am faced with the responsibility of choosing a world to inhabit. Should I embrace the dream where I am a god but live life as a vagabond or a hermit with my mind floating somewhere far above, or do I choose to stay in this world where every day requires something I feel that only exists in the realm of dreams? I know what I should choose, but I am still struggling to make a choice. I am a Sleepwalker, lost to the land of Nod and looking for a reason to come back home.


P.S. Editing of this post and my previous post “Rethinking Isms as an African American” is courteous of My friend Midnight Philosopher over at https://lionsandworms.blogspot.com/?m-1. Feel free to check him out.
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  1. MidnightPhilosopherFebruary 20, 2021 at 1:15 PM

    How strange it is to think that some people can be fully present. You and I know something of the constant dreamy imaginations that are incessantly at war with our reality. Lord, help us.

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    1. JustSomeGuyMarch 2, 2021 at 9:05 PM

      Yes indeed my friend! I have yet to figure out exactly how they do it!

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