Searching for a jewel by Sue Vincent.
I knew it was early, too early to be getting up, and laid there pondering dreams for a while, thinking back through the night. There are many types of dream… the daydreams that lift us from the humdrum world and transport us in imagination to an elsewhere full of possibility… the dreams of what we would do if we could, if circumstances allowed… Nightmares and fears, memories replayed, the odd, surreal and symbolic dreams that leave us wondering just what is there in the deepest recesses on our own mind, and those that play out the events and worries that prey on our minds.
Then there are the gifts. There are dreams that have you scrabbling for a pen in the dark to capture elusive wisps of understanding before they fade, the inspiration that drags you uncompromisingly from sleep and sees you writing or sketching away through half opened eyes…
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