Dreams.

Journeys of fantasy that we take in our heads while we sleep.

Terrors that seem never to end while we are trapped in them.

There are many interpretations as to why we dream. Scientists feel that they have the reasons, others feel that dreams could be the result of something as simple as a bit of spicy food.

However they come about, I always find mine pretty interesting. Visions of this and that. The last vivid dream I had ….I woke up with tears on my cheeks, and a feeling of aching loss in my chest.

Last night I had a dream where I was in a situation where I had to pack up only useful items, and get the hell out of where I was. And I couldn’t decide on a small amount of detritus in a drawer. Bits and pieces of plastic and paper.

And I couldn’t let go.

Of any of it.

Which describes a good part of my life. The thing that really struck me was the reduction of these things representing the parts of my life that I can’t let go to bits and┬ápieces of detritus.

A realization of just how unimportant those things we hold on to really are.

The stuff that dreams are made of.