Waking and Sleeping Dreams

I recently fell back in love with David Bowie’s song “Sound and Vision,” and the words seem to linger in my mind and in the air, even days after having last heard it:

“I will sit right down, waiting for the gift of sound and vision.”

It’s such a simple song, really, except once Bowie’s intricate rhythms and sounds are layered in. But the message is pure: ‘bring me a vision, spirit guides, owners of music, muses and guardians of creativity. I am your pawn and I will sit and wait patiently and trust that you will bring me a gift. Bring me a gift of sound and vision, because you enrich my life when you do.’

It’s a prayer, really.

And it’s my prayer, too.

I have recently been working on cultivating my dreams—both during sleep and in the waking hours. My sleeping dreams are full of action and adventure, and full of effort. Usually I am triumphant, but sometimes they are full of anxiety, stresses, and an inability to win the desired outcome. They tend to feel layered and complex, both during the dream and upon waking and trying to understand them. My waking dreams feel as elusive and difficult to decipher the path to success as my sleeping dreams. They are, in a nutshell, to become a published author, to forge a lasting connection to music and keep cultivating it, and to build my own home (and live in it with my wonderful partner, Mari). As complex as they feel, I trust in the universe to bring these realities to me as I am ready for them.

Dreams feel almost like my understanding of money. Both dreams and money seem to work from a logic that I don’t quite understand—and I can be rich in both, but so far, not by doing the things that seem to make sense to me on the surface. For example, with my sleeping dreams, it feels unnatural to write down my dreams upon waking, but this helps me remember my dreams (and I seem to have more when I write them down).

The lotto, or playing the stock market, are both forms of gambling, and I know some people have gotten rich these ways, but it feels untenable to me, this method. Maybe it is how I could bring more money to my life, but so far I haven’t had success with either the lotto or the stocks.

If I count up all my pennies and scrimp and save, will that work? It feels like a long-haul effort. Maybe there are ways I’ve never even thought of—but those methods for getting rich seem to be locked away from public consumption. It makes me imagine the stereotypical greedy rich person, sitting on their loads of money—like Scrooge McDuck swimming in his vault of coins, and not wanting to share any of it.

I need both money and dreams in order to live. One of my favorite quotes is from Bruce Lee: “There are no limits. There are only plateaus, and you must not stay there, you must go beyond them.” There’s no limit to how much we as humans can achieve and accomplish in our lives, we just have to be willing to put in the effort to achieve it, and keep setting new goals once we reach each set of them.

If I keep looking at life like I have been taught—to scrimp and save, to reject my gut intuitions and follow popular methods, to hide my gifts, I will walk right past opportunities. If I had the inspiration to write a song like Bowie’s “Sound and Vision,” I deeply fear that I would dismiss it as too shallow or undeserving of my time and attention—but sometimes the clearest, easiest path is the best one to walk. We can lead others into the light by showing where we’ve been in darkness and where we’ve prayed. Bowie’s song does that for me, and I am grateful for his sharing his prayer.

Or maybe I will see every great chance in time to whisk it up into my life. Today I walked a different way than usual during my daily activities, and I stumbled upon a free piece of furniture for my room. Instead of not seeing it and simply passing by, I snatched it up! Maybe my eyes have changed already, and I don’t need to worry about missing chances. And hopefully the universe will bring chances around again if I miss them once, because it wants me to be successful.

I am learning to believe that I can simply and clearly ask for the answers I seek to be shown in my dreams. Maybe I can also ask for my waking life dreams to come true, and they will. And in the meantime, while I wait for the answers I seek, I will continue to write and to sing, and to believe.

“And I will sing, waiting for the gift of sound and vision.”

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