Dreams – noblethemes

Keep Dreaming the Dream

Dream the dream of healing and reconciliation, liberation, and restoration

Of speaking truth in love, healing with compassion, kneeling in humility,

Of walking arm in arm, talking heart to heart, of playing the better part,

Of building a new society, living in propriety, of working quietly in piety,

Of honesty, constancy, comradery, equality, and all fairness in polity,

Of playing instead of fighting, singing and dancing instead of backbiting,

Dream the dream into reality with finality this Day and forevermore!

Happy Martin Luther King Day

Dancing Thru Dreamland

Strange things dare to appear in dreamland with sands of time flowing above,

Somehow, somewhere to dare sleep slip away lest she have something to say,

After all, night is day in the fertile fields of dreamland as spacious as my soul,

Yet there is an ubiquitous emptiness in the fullness of the mystic meanderings,

Wanderings wondering where we are going in, around and through absurdity

As odd broken thoughts flit about here and there in the eclectic eccentricity

That only a sleeping psyche can conjure without conjecture in senseless beauty

In dubious duty to slumber so sanguine, never languid, causing anguish of mind

In binding it to such bizarre bazaars of mixed recollections and new tales told

Without rhyme or reason in the lullaby season in treason against rationality,

But this is dreamland, after all, where the banality of my reality is left behind

The Land of Lokilict

I Lost my Love in the Land of Lokilict

Where the Pines are Purple and Plush

And Fields Fertile with Fresh Foliage

Where the Rivers Run Red with Roses

And People are Pleasant and Peaceful

Where the Hills Hide Hidden Heliodor

And the Leas Look Like Lemony Lakes

Where the Folks Forage Fruit For Fun

And the Sun in the Sky Shines Serenely

Where the Rains Rain down Reverently

And Sparrows Sing Songs So Splendidly

Where Breezes Blow Back Benevolently

And the Moon Mystifies so Marvelously

Ah! But . . .

I Lost my Love in this Land of Lokilict

Boyhood Hero, or The Rescuer

For you to make my rescue by silver sharp interruption

Of bland childhood in hues of lovingly brave exaltation

By an insurrection of the heart without incrimination

And my soul dreamed of only your beauty and my duty

To an elegant hero rescuing me from prosaic childhood

For the good of imagination being perfectly understood

With me resting in your strong arms safe from all harm

I Can See You in My Dreams: A Symetrelle

I can see you in my dreams

You fly so high up into my sky
While you stultify me as I cry

And I cannot reach you though I desire
With love burning brightly in blue-flaming fire
But never quite knowing what you require
As I lay me down for my soul to expire

Hold me now as I cry one last cry
Reaching for you so high in the sky

I can see you in my dream

Note: The Symetrelle is a form created by Julie Moeller Writing on Allpoetry.com as Bluejewel. She describes it thus: It begins and ends with a single subject line that is 7 syllables. It has ‘a hat and boots’, mono-rhymed couplets that lead you into and out of the subject with a 9 syllable count. At the heart of it is a mono-rhymed 4 line quatrain with an 11 syllable count.

Slipstream of Dreams: A Shadorma

Human dreams
Floating so freely
In slipstream
Of visions
To shape new reality
From heavenly cream

From This Swirling World of Chaos

From this swirling world of chaos in my mind,
I must fly away to some place of peace,
With imagination unfurled, my chains unbind,
Where heroes make my wars to cease.

And here Beauty will kiss once again my tears,
As outflows needed comfort and love,
To take away all of my frustrations and fears,
To dance in the sunlight shining above.

For only a little while in this place can I stay,
As reality eagerly waits in the wings,
And yet this world of mine will not go away,
Nor will soon flee the song I will sing.

Crazy Life: Dreams and Dreams Again

Reams of dreams rolling through my mind
That bind me fast to my unpleasant past
Without recourse to complete forgiveness
In the business of living,
Giving no berceuse of peace for me to be
An healthy man for this old world to see
Instead of one daunted by haunted dreams
~ Jonathan David Noble

About half-way through my stay in the Samson (Alabama) Group Home, which is to say about seven to eight months, I began having very strange dreams ~ perhaps nightmares, truth be told ~ with one particular, recurring element: Alcohol, specifically trying to get alcoholic beverages, mostly in the form of ale. Again and again, I would hurry and scurry about, whether in some grocery or convenience store, attempting to purchase some ice-cold beer with the ever-present thought that I’d have to hide this from nearly everyone.

Well, for almost my entire adult life I’d used alcohol to self-medicate, along with benzos and pain-killers. By the time I’d been properly diagnosed and medicated, I’d already become an addict. In the final analysis, alcohol and drugs had ruined my life to an enormous extent. Certainly, it discolored and warped family relationships and friendships. Alcohol, primarily, had simply become part and parcel of who and what I was … tragically.

However, by this time in the group home, I’d been clean and sober for a couple of years, so I really didn’t understand the repeating theme of trying to drink in almost all of my dreams. (And, by the way, this was the first time in my life that I could actually remember most of my dreams. Before this, I could count on two hands the number of dreams I could recall.) Interestingly enough, my dream efforts to drink were always frustrated somehow, which was good, I suppose.

To attempt interpretation of these dreams may prove to be folly. After all, “as one who catches at a shadow and pursues the wind, so is anyone who believes in dreams.”¹ Still being curious, though, especially since this them is ongoing, I investigated possible meanings online. One site suggested that I might be attempting to acquiesce “to some concept or circumstance,” or that I might be trying to cover up guilt and remorse.²

“Alternatively, the dream may be reflective of waking issues and problems of alcoholism. Recovering alcoholics often have dreams of drinking which results in feelings of guilt. Such dreams help to reinforce their sobriety,”³ which seems more likely to me. But why after so long being sober? Well, I suppose two years is not really that long. Besides, I also started infrequently dreaming, or experiencing flashbacks, of terrible mistakes I’d made … sins I’d committed.

I can truly say I was surprised by the suggestion that dreaming of past memories, especially mistakes and sins, indicates that I am ready “to rid (my)self of (my) old ways and undergo a transformation,” and/or that I am “ready for a new outlook in life.” If this is true, then at least these dreams are encouraging. Of course, if a memory dream included drinking, then if this interpretation is right, it would mean that I am finally ready to move on beyond past addictions. Wonderful! I believe this is true.

Now if I could only progress in a couple of other areas of my life, I might be the happiest man in the world. Still, I am very thankful that God has allowed and certainly aided me in making as much progress as I already have! And I pray you find yourself making strides forward, too! As always, peace and blessings to you!…

¹ The Wisdom of ben Sirach 34.2 (NRSVCE)

² Possible interpretation(s) offered by www.dreamforth.com as accessed on 10/06/2018

³ Alternative interpretation provided by www.dreammoods.com as accessed on 10/06/2018

⁴ Ibid accessed on 10/06/2018

For previous installments in the ‘Crazy Life’ series, see…

Crazy Life: Sally Dumped and Deserted

Crazy Life: Ecclesia et Mentis Morbum

Crazy Life: Just Can’t Say ‘No’

Crazy Life: Hanging in the Balance

Crazy Life: Meeting the Mystery of God

Crazy Life: Humiliating the Already-Humbled

Crazy Life: A Little Less Crazy? But Still Guilty

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Tanka of Dream Shining

On far horizon
All of my dreams do brighten,
Fears scattered by light
Of the Son shining in sight
Of the darkness of stark night

Noble Manifesto

I will read to plant seeds of knowledge to breed wisdom untold,
And so bold, I will continue burning with a passion for learning
To be made no one’s fool or hapless tool in the long school of life
In which I will sing the living song so strong
As I carry along within a throng of humanity,
And I will be lovely for all to see, giving smiles to miles of faces,
Playing in rhythm with angels, marching through the cataclysm
Of apocalyptic terror, while fighting ‘n writing for full freedom,
And I will drop to my knees in an unadorned attitude of gratitude,
And stop to enjoy the wonder of fields flowing with bright flowers,
And even though I may blunder what I should say along this way,
I will never rue the day I was born, nor will I be at all forlorn,
But I’ll adorn myself in happy apparel as heaven leavens my soul,
And I will love with love from above, and cheer the cheerless,
With none to mourn, but all to give to live this apropos manifesto

Note: This manifesto was inspired by Patty and her own manifesto. Please read and enjoy … and thank you, Patty!