I dream a great deal. Many of my dreams are very vivid, and my wife is amazed about the variety of details I will provide when recounting them. Many of my dreams are recurring one’s such as when I am “Superman” or “Flash” (the superfast human, so fast that he must wear a special outfit that won’t “burn” off his body due to the friction of the atmosphere).
But, I woke of thinking about someone trying to hand me an ounce of love. This person (and it was a man) was walking by me on the street and said, “I want to give you an ounce of love”. I was afraid, and as you will sometimes do when a stranger takes a step closer to you on a busy city street and he begins to speak to you, your reaction is to step away, as you are striding, to avoid conflict, and this is what I did.
The man was insistent and reached out and continued, “No here, an ounce of love, take it!” He reached his hand forward to hand me something solid, I couldn’t see what it was, and before he placed it in the palm of my hand, I woke up. We have a clock, in the bedroom, that shines the time on the ceiling, it was 1:53 am; too early to get up so I drifted back to sleep, and tried to get back into the dream.
The best I could do was to think about what the man could have given me that was an ounce of ANYTHING that could be valuable enough to me (or anyone else) as to suggest it to be worthy of the word “LOVE”.
I started to get very analytical in the next hour of my sleep/dream state. I immediately thought about cereal, of all things (I must have been hungry). I knew that on a box of cereal three-quarters of an ounce is a serving, and I always (when I am measuring) pour out an ounce. I thought of a pound of hamburger, which is sixteen ounces, and knowing that an ounce of that stuff is very small. I never resolved the issue of what the man could be trying to give me, and I woke up again at 2:57 am.
I came downstairs to check on my computer the saying, “ounce of love”. There were a couple of quotes. John Wesley was attributed to saying, “An ounce of love is worth a pound of knowledge. “ And, John Ray stated, “In a thousand pounds of law there is not an ounce of love.”
Someone could build a two-day seminar around this discussion. But, I have to leave it now to pour myself a few more ounces of coffee.
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I remember them very seldom, but there are a few that I've remembered for years, because they're so symbolic and obviously trying to tell me something.
ReplyDeleteOnce I met my friend Sheri on a bridge. I hadn't spoken to her in real life for about a year, and temporarily couldn't remember her name. In the dream I was about to ask her her name, but suddenly realized she wouldn't know it either, since this was a dream. She looked at me and I realized SHE knew this too; and there was an uncomfortable silence as we realized we were just two thoughts in the same head. Finally she stuttered out something like.. Shirl?? and the alarm went off, thank god.
The dream machine is a strange device.