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by James W. Barnes A brief work of prose and poetry, reflecting on the wonder of dreams, their creativity and power. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I passed out at a party once. Actually, it happened at more than one party. The particular instance I'm thinking about was pretty serious. The love of my life, “My Angel”, in more ways than one, told me “you stopped breathing”. I remember a faint sound in the purest darkness and then a dim light in the far distance. I was numb with contentment, resting in the bliss of nothing. A voice was dragging me out. The urgency of “ Don't do this to me! Not now! Breathe damn it! Breathe!” I listened and had to concentrate in order to start breathing, for I had no idea that I wasn't! Sleeping in a hospital bed that night was uncomfortable; no comparison to the soft, silent mattress of nothing. The following poem is not about unconsciousness as such, but sleep. There are however, similarities.
FALLING FROM THE GRACE OF SLEEP A cloud of thought rises, Then quickly begins to collapse, Folding in on itself, Forming a pool, of warm, dark, peace. As much as I feel a deep need, To float, And stay, In this cradle, of instant eternity, I cling to a wispy cord of light, that is tethered to purpose. I grip intently and drag myself, Fighting the gravity, of this world of quiet security, Finally arriving, in the initially bright confusion, of the conscious world. James W. Barnes On waking, Sept. 29, 2012
The poem above describes a slow journey out of deep sleep. The inspiration came to me as soon as I woke and needed to be written down immediately. The best poems appear through a thought and flow through pencil to paper; at least that's how it is with me!
recent experiences and recent thought subjects. is not as silly as it may sound. FROM SKY AND GROUND TO GRANT ME INSIGHT. James W. I've had quite a few instructional dreams in my time too! The following poem came from a dream that told me. Barnes 2009 I have discovered. but. AT FIRST I COULD NOT SEE. INQUIRING. I only had to sleep and answers would be provided with the help of my ancestors totems! Well. THE TRUTH BE FOUND. WHAT THIS MEANT TO ME. THE EAGLE AIDS ME AND THE BEAR ADDS STRENGTH TO MINE. or premonitory. WHEN QUESTIONS HAUNT ME. THE SNAKE BETRAYS HIS KIND.Often the mind is clearer after a good night sleep and “sleeping on it”. AN AARDVARK CAME TO ME. MY ANCESTORS CALL. an attempt to consolidate the days events for an unknown reason. AND NOW I WAKE AND SEE. There is also a dream with emotional linking. Dreams may be instructional. interpretation of dreams is dream specific and subject to the individuals circumstance. I FOUND. I know as much about ancestor worship as the next guy and presently I don't believe there's any thing in it. THE TRUTH HE BRINGS. THE AARDVARK SOOTHES ME. AARDVARK AN AARDVARK CAME TO ME. almost always to a loved one. I LAY ME DOWN. . at the time the subject had been on my mind. DOTH SET ME FREE.
has dug a hole that demands I climb out! Wheels turn. your horse is dead And that oasis is a mirage. But found the stranger. “I dreamt that you were out here and came to find you.” For some reason. Struggling. I said. With little food or water. THE STUDENT IS READY I was riding a horse in the desert.working for others. Hop on. As we reached the real world. A man on a camel came towards us And upon his arrival. and I'll help you back to the real world. I did not believe him to be dead. we rested occasionally. Spoke to him. The horse exhausted from the ordeal. Barnes April. Urged him to go on.On the subject of instructional dreams. I forgot to get your name”. We had been together for so long. he said. I had this one the other night. I trusted him and climbed on with him. gone! I smiled and realised. Gathering strength and determination. “Sorry. gave him assurances. just me! James W. towards an oasis. then myself and finally with a partner. I face the reality that this latest chance in a new city. to build on my cobbler's career has run its course. I jiggled up and down on him. 2013 After 30 years of being in the shoe repair business. I said.”We're on our way to that oasis” “Yes”. finally died underneath me. . You know. it was always. Even pretending to still be on our journey. to provide any semblance of a profitable business for almost five years.
it is all true!” “Do you believe it's possible. A couple came in looking for a 21st mug.. It was hip flask help from heaven. She told me you had sent her.. Her sky. That's right. Your daughter came into my shop. that day.. after I explained that the wording was in fact a decal and would eventually wear off. With repeated washing. I must write! And so. with passing date. Launched her to adventure. it turned bright blue.40ths' and one with “Happy Birthday”.Sometimes the dreams had by other people can affect us. only 30ths'. That my Dad sent me to you?” Your passing was not easy.. Directions given in a dream. Your legacy will stay. .. Engraved for family... that decal would wear off! Earlier that day a faulty hip flask came back. Five hip flasks. She told me that it was your name. Sixty-three with cancer. “Oh my. to see what I could do. It was left with me. I was running out of stock! Was it coincidence? Just happenstance? Or was it a gift from a dead man?! All I know is one thing.. You fought it all the way.. The couple decided to have the “Happy Birthday” mug engraved on the opposite side. I had none.. “ Do you have any hip flasks?” My reply “yes I do” When she saw the brand name. Dear Baz. And now I Will continue.. One week later. as we become part of the story a stranger has interpreted from their instructional dream..
I understood then. now resolved. Everything would be all right. I called out to her.10 When I was a High School student we moved house and took in boarders to help with the rent. My Mother was a cook for Queensland Rail and needed to be based in Brisbane for most of the time. the severed limb. solder it?” Thought . I had some there with decals on. It would be the first time I was without her. “Are you all right!” Irritated. but the strength to go on. I had a disturbing dream. I stayed in Rockhampton. Then I noticed she only had one leg! The other was severed below the knee. . “maybe . “I'll give that a shot”.. The night before she left for Brisbane. she replied. Turned out it was plastic! Turned in to stringy rot! I had no other hip flasks. I'd really like to thank you Baz.she said. “It's a dream about change”. brought it back. for more than a week at a time. I can do this!” And then I woke up. “Things are going to change now for us both”.9. The keeper for the hip flask cap. She was obviously distressed. and ran the house during Mother's absence. “I'm Fine. my friend I never met.When your son. My dilemma. Just add two and two! I grabbed a “Happy 40th” And took it to the sink. the distress. No longer stayed attached. To you. Wait! Apparently I do. I told my Mother about the dream and asked what she thought. It shrank away to nothing And so my problem solved. Barnes 30.. The decal then did shrink. I watched my Mother riding a bicycle (I'd never seen that before!) in a circle around me. don't worry. I scrubbed with soap and water. James W. He said.
BORN TO THE PLACE OF THREAT AND TAUNT. I had a symbolic dream. These knives were designed to cut. Barnes The interpretation was aided by the emotional content of the dream. James W. THREE KNIVES THREE KNIVES APPEARED AND I KNOW THEY ABIDE AT MY THROAT. . I CAN ONLY CHANGE MY VIEW AND CONCENTRATE ONLY ON THE BEAUTY OF THEIR ORNATE HANDLES. BUT I CANNOT RETRACT THEIR BLADES. I CAN FORGIVE THEM THEIR POTENTIAL FOR HARM AND FORGIVE MYSELF FOR PROVIDING A FORGE.In the aftermath of an ugly divorce and with my children turned against me. THAT I CANNOT CHANGE THEIR INTENT. KNOW. ONLY THEY HAVE THAT POWER. I knew all I could do was admire their beauty and forgive myself and my three sons.
A lost cause. A past life. I wrote this poem. involved my three sons burning down our house. Sadness and the loss of love. I now decide To bury my children As a distant memory. Barnes 2006 . My children burned down our house And it has come to pass. Blame no-one. Divergence. James W.A dream of premonition. BLAME NO-ONE And now I come to the crossroads And the realisation Foretold in my dream Some years ago. Hope and a new future. The memory of this metaphorical dream stayed with me and in a bout of acceptance.
By circumstance. in response to your cry for help. We may never meet again. I just try not to touch the pain. Dwelling deep in my heart. 2011. But my isolation. I know. I let my pain go. Happy birthday son. For only time will tell. I look forward to tomorrow. If time will heal our sorrow. when I woke in the middle of the night. I was overwhelmed with a feeling of helplessness and dread. that made me weep. It was not only your desperation. Never to be found. 2012 . HAPPY BIRTHDAY. The child I knew is gone. Your pain. ANTHONY No.Emotionally linked dreams can have a strong effect upon the psyche. Barnes October 3. Or your fear. You are 21 years old today. my inability to help at all. however. I was in a deep sleep. You may never read this. As I had not seen you for at least two years. Then bolted upright. If the truth is but a grain. He slipped away under the cover of time. An accumulation of lost time. A brilliant young man. I have not forgotten. a crime. James W. Your heart may be full of hate for me. It had been about two years since I'd seen my youngest and most sensitive son. grows. Whilst I was bound and gagged.
They may come in handy. It comes from within you and speaks to you through your dreams. Now wake up and remember your dreams.So there you have it. James W. Barnes May 3. 2013 . Instruction is there if you need it. Thank you for joining me in this personal journey into the realm of dreams and poetry. seven poems instigated by dreams and a little of my private history.
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