top of page
Writer's pictureTim Huber

Dreams

Ice is cold

water that once flowed.

It grew old and froze

covered by snow.


Dreams are ice

thoughts that once flowed

over my mind

and under my soul.


Reflections

fragments

am I seeing myself?

These icicle moments

are somebody else.


Warped visions

truths hidden

beneath layers of mirror

I cannot make clearer.


 

Waking up from a dream can be startling. It can also be soothing or confusing. Wherever our minds go when we’re asleep, we often find ourselves asking why on earth it went there. Sometimes dreams are connected to prominent thoughts but sometimes they’re completely random—far from even our wildest cognizant imagination. Yet, I’ve found that when I think about my dreams there is almost always some reflection of my thoughts and emotions within them. Dreams—whether we remember them clearly or not—are like glimpses at our reflection through ice. The image isn’t clear, but we know it’s us, or a part of us. Granted, our dreams are often much more dramatic than what we think or feel on a day-to-day basis. But I don’t think they should be written off as complete nonsense, no matter how bizarre they seem. The mind is a strange place, and it often communicates in subtle ways. I think it’s wise to pay attention to these little things, they can say a lot about where your focus is or whether or not you’re doing alright. Or they could be a fleeting thought or curiosity—don’t take them as gospel.

Hope Mixes

—The Translator

6 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

Morel

The quiet meadow is his, cool and damp and cushioned, with trees to sleep against and moss along the rocks. Peculiar power has he over...

To One Who Would Write

Simply write And write well All you see and do; Write with words Like magic spells That mesmerize and soothe. Bring forward sword And...

tent of meeting

like dust before a flame my thoughts disintegrate what i had to say is singed smeared on the walls of my skull there is nothing now and...

Comments


bottom of page