Spirit On The Water
Spirit On The Water, Darkness On The Face Of The Deep

I Been Thinking About You Babe, And I Can’t Hardly Sleep.

I dreamed a Dream
There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong

I dreamed a dream in times gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung
No wine untasted
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
And they turn your dream to shame
He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came
And still I dream he’ll come to me
That we’ll live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I’m living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed
The dream I dreamed.

A Dreaming True Incident

The following is a mix of dream relatives occurring in rem sleep, interspersed with thoughts of the present moment of waking reality. I am, you could say correctly; a DreamWalker.

We moved in together to be united supposedly in purpose and love. It seemed I was having a thrilling moment of looking at my future, yet the thrill, as usual was replaced by reality.  I wanted my own room to work on my own projects. I did not consider just sleeping in your bed would be enough for me. Always I would dream that you were placing me in your house to be your concubine, while I had far outgrown such a role.
Indeed, I had grown ultra sensitive with the welcome burden of advancing enlightenment. Laying next to a snoring man or feeling him turn in the night would bother me and delay my return to God. I would not be able to adjust to what is considered a normal marriage in our society. As a way to rebel against the way society considers promiscuity and free love as one and the same, I had taken vows of celibacy rather than go through failure after failure with relationships like I saw the rest of society doing and accepting as their due lot . I was giving up searching for the ONE. I now concentrated on being right for myself, instead of being right for another, which it seems past lives revealed this behavior.
I had a childlike simplicity outlook that you liked, but inside, I was an old soul and I was blooming all my other lives in fresh wonder. I assumed you would appreciate that I had my own thing going on. My miracle thing. My miracle plans. My unfolding writing career, and the mastery of language to grasp, the golden pen I dreamed of earning. I sought not fame or fortune for these were distractions to what I really wanted. Peace of mind. Peace of mind to hold, yes, but also give away.

Since it was your house paid for with your money you wanted us to be in the same intimate bedroom and you voiced you desired consistency within my behavior which meant to me I should fit into your belief system of how I should be, do and become.