Dreamzzzzz...

I am a dreamer, always have been. When asleep and when awake. The daydreamer’s visions are always bright, exciting. And then often collapsing in the crash with reality. However, as my grandma said, "hope dies the last". And the daydreaming recommences. Of course, together with actions.

It's a different story about the dreams when asleep. Are they manageable? I don't know. Do they predict? I don't have a clue.

As a child, being a bit shattered after a fall from a windowsill on top of my head, followed by concussion and meningitis, my dreams were often quite disturbing, bordering with reality, like the one when I dreamed that my bed was full of worms. Yuck, I still remember that feeling. Often, I don't remember my dreams. I suppose, it's good.

The one prophetic dream was when I felt, but didn't see, a little baby laying on my chest. A few days later I discovered I was pregnant. I still feel that dream occupying all my being more than 30 years later.

Then I had a series of dreams of being lost, in derelict buildings, in large historic houses, in labyrinths of narrow streets in ancient towns, in mazes. I just could not find my way out. That was a time when Latvia gained independence from the Soviet Union. The feeling of freedom was great, however, all the economics were connected between Soviet republics, mostly to Russia. So, lots of businesses just collapsed. The sphere of arts and culture suffered the first and the most. And I was working in this field. The challenges and the frustrations were huge, I was out of work and having more and more often the "lost" dreams. No exit.

Then suddenly those dreams started to finish with me finding the exit and afterwards standing on a high steep cliff overlooking a vast area of water, possibly a sea or even an ocean. And they continued and continued in different ways, but the white cliffs were always the same.

Not so long after those dreams started, a chance to move to England with my family occurred. I jumped at the opportunity and moved. When I saw the white cliffs of Dover for the first time, I recognised them, being ones in my dreams, straight away. Isn't that very strange? It makes me think, where are those dreams coming from?

As my grandma said, "we don't know what we don't know". But I am, being me, still thinking and questioning, and overthinking, and daydreaming about all the things I don't know. And why not!!!

Maija