A Dream Uncaptured

I have a dream which is recurring.  The repeated theme seems to centre around educational establishments, which may be understandable as that is the world in which I work.  What is less certain is why they vary in venue and attainment level.  Some are based on high school, while others are set at university.  The high school setting is always the same one, with what are now to me familiar corridors, and American style wall lockers.  This school, however, is not one in which I have ever actually attended or taught.  Sometimes in the course of the dream, the school with morph into a university classroom or lecture theatre.  This too is interesting as I have attended nearly a dozen institutions of higher learning, yet the venue is not one at which I have studied.

These dreams have two consistent features beyond the recurring nature.  The first is that there is always an assignment due, which I must add that I invariably have in hand.  The second is that I am always lost, or delayed in arriving to turn it in.

The anxiety of the dream is not of something uncompleted – I don’t think, as I usually have the task done.  If it is still about an unfulfilled task, it might only apply as it seems that I am perpetually a student.  This is despite the fact that I am not presently a student, and I hold six degrees plus a few other qualifications.  So is the issue that I don’t know my purpose, so I wander to find the place to submit the fruits of my labours?  Well, in short, I don’t know.  Maybe is I can catch the details of this dream and fully remember it, or if I ever find that illusive teacher/professor, then I will know for sure.

Till then it remains a dream uncaptured.


Sunday Writing Prompt “Dreams”

Sweet Dreams

sweet dreams

Nocturnal kisses
And intimate embraces
Sweetest dreams indeed

Written for Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, January 15th 2020, sweet dreams

“The word ‘Haiku’ has two syllables:  Hai-ku; the word “introduction” has four syllables:  in-tro-duc-tion. ‘Haiku’ is a traditional form of Japanese poetry.  Haiku poems consist of 3 lines.  The first and last lines of a Haiku have 5 syllables and the middle line has 7 syllables.  The lines rarely rhyme.” (Kidzone Poetry)





Is it as it is in Auz –

Where it all begins in dreaming?

Where a varihued snake –

Rakes a path

To make for new beginning?


Is what we know as real –

An illusion of our making?

Where the adventures held in our beds,

Are truer than those of our waking?


Each day we walk paths mundane,

In search of wealth and fame,

While in our hearts and when we dream,

Its fun and love that gleam.


Shall we then continue,

To seek wealth that is an illusion?

Or change our paths for spirit ones,

Where true joy is seen in allusion?


It shall be as it is in Auz –

Where dreams are the beginning,

Where a rainbow snake –

Prepares a path

So we can start truly living.










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I was looking at the “I have a dream . . . ” speech by Dr King, and while I found it powerful, and wonderfully delivered, it lead me to ponder dreams.  Here I am not talking of visionary aspirations, as Martin Luther King put forward, but actual dreams.

What started as a humourous musing, led to a real discovery.  Which King had a dream?  Well, yes Martin; but also the literal kings, Pharaoh and Nebuchadnezzar.  We often note that the prophets could have divine visions through dreams.  Both Joseph and Daniel did.  What is more inspiring is that the ungodly kings of Genesis and Daniel were perplexed by their dreams.  It took men of God to show them meaning, and a way forward.  God can use any medium to show His will to the world.  It might be Pharaoh, or even Balaam’s donkey, but in the end it brings glory to the creator of all.

Are we dreamers of dreams?  If so are we also interpreters?  If not interpreters, are we seekers of meaning from those who are, or from those with the teaching and wisdom gifts?  If we are not “dreamers” are we those ready to act on the dreams and visions of those who inspire us? Are we ready, to share in a dream today?