I tend to dream quite vivid dreams. Most I forget upon waking, but some, some of them stick with me. Like this one, that I'm about to share. I've never really got into the whole Dream interpretation thing, somethings are best left a mystery I think. This dream was pretty random though and pretty out there, one where I felt like I was watching a movie, only that I was in it and in a bit of a starring role as well.
I'm at an awards ceremony, for what, well that isn't exactly clear, but I do recognise some folk though, in both the music and movie business. I'm attending as part of a team, that much I know and everyone who is attending, has gathered in a large dining area to have some food. When I look around the room, I can see that there is a lot of socialising going on. Lots of mingling, perhaps even some future collaborations are in the works. I'm sure this is what happens, at these sort of things. It's an opportunity after all.
Then all of a sudden, I hear a commotion coming from the hallway and in bursts, a group of young adults, all with their faces covered and wearing purple. Each of them have what looks like a home made bomb in their hand. A glass bottle, half full of petrol or diesel and a piece of material sticking out of the top, with lighters at the ready. They come in shouting for equal rights for youths and the under privileged.
" I think perhaps, you are asking the wrong people here, I think most of us here, are on your side", yes that's me who said that, all calm and composted . The group of young people, 12 or so in total, all pass quick glances between one another and then one steps forward. " So who should we be talking too then."
"Perhaps, those who are in power, who have have the power to bring about change", someone yells out from the crowd.
" But shouldn't change come from us all, don't we all hold the power, in that regard".
Suddenly, a debate opens up. At the end of the day, there are people in this room who could use their voices for a greater good, yet would they?
"Maybe, there are a few of us in here, that could help", yes that's me again, speaking out. The group huddle together to speak, then agree to meet with a handful of those present in the room and discuss what should happen next. The person who spoke for them, points to me and then tells me to choose four other people as well.
I look around the room to see if their are any eager faces. I spot Ren and give him a nod and he steps forward.
And that's when I wake up. Who knows what was going to happen next. When I woke up, it was still dark outside, I hoped that when I fell back asleep I would be able to fall back into that dream, but it didn't happen.
These last few days I've been struggling with some things. Things that are out of my control, but that I feel connected to. The last poem I wrote was part of me processing what is happening. As I wrote, I received some profound insight, which is often the case when I write and also why I do it. It always helps to get the thoughts out of my head, so that I can try and make sense of them. Things are still a mess and somewhat confusing, but some light has been shone and the ball is rolling, even if it is not necessarily in the right direction. At least there is some movement happening.
I never really thought about, how when we reach out to someone and shower them with Love, that instead of helping them, we can in fact be highlighting how bad they really feel. Hence, 'the light, illuminating the darkness within', the last line of my most recent poem. How easy we can get caught up in what we think is best and are actions actually have the opposite effect of what we want. Because we don't always know right, we don't always know the answers.
