The Land of Nod
Robert Louis Stevenson
From Breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod.
All by myself I have to go,
With none to tell me what to do--
All alone beside the streams
And up the mountain-sides of dreams.
The strangest things are there for me,
Both things to eat and things to see,
And many frightening sights abroad
Till morning in the land of Nod.
Try as I like to find the way,
I never can get back by day,
Nor can remember plain and clear
The curious music that I hear.
Robert Louis Stevenson
From Breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod.
All by myself I have to go,
With none to tell me what to do--
All alone beside the streams
And up the mountain-sides of dreams.
The strangest things are there for me,
Both things to eat and things to see,
And many frightening sights abroad
Till morning in the land of Nod.
Try as I like to find the way,
I never can get back by day,
Nor can remember plain and clear
The curious music that I hear.
I thought I had forgotten how to dream...I used to wake up still in the middle of one. I sometimes remember the entire dream...and if I like it, tuck it in my memory...I have this weird ability to re-dream dreams when I feel like it...
But lately...none...
Until last weekend...I finally found my way back. My word they are vivid too. I don't remember any of my dreams being so colorful...and I mean that literally...bright reds, greens, blues, etc.
But they are rather erratic...not one long story, just a bunch of short scenes that seem to have nothing to do with each other...
I really should keep a dream journal for the heck of it...
Happy dreaming!!
1 comment:
Interesting. You totally should keep a dream book...my dreams are usually long and involved and everything apparently makes sense when I am in them but not so much when I wake up. I have never gone back to the same dream twice.
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