Once upon a time

Dreams!

They can go from once upon a time to nightmares at the drop of a window making it a blessing to wake up.

I am amazed at how much better real life is than dreams, or at least my dreams and my real life right now.

That is saying a lot because I can imagine some pretty wonderful dreams.  Of course those are daydreams, tiny plays scripted and directed by me in my waking state.

Written by my subconscious they become frightening and confusing.  If I didn’t know better I wouldn’t even think they were mine, but they are.

I suppose it could be like Scrooge said, “an undigested bit of beef,” or, since I haven’t eaten any of that, or much of anything else lately, just the rumbling of my thoughts.

When life is too good to be true I start waiting for the other shoe to drop and when it doesn’t?  

All my old insecurities plot out a terrorist attack that flies in through the windows of my dreams and assaults me there!  It makes me wonder if I have some hidden need to suffer!

Maybe I need to make a dream catcher!  Then all my nightmares will get caught up in a web of love and I can get on with the business of real life.

Here I am living the dream and it, too, is as confusing as the sleeping one.  Not because it is frightening, but because it is the real once upon a time.

For once in my life reality is better than any dream could ever be.