Our dreams are not only for ourselves – (Part 1).

Dreams and vision are a specific and personal gift from Papa-God.  The dream/s we have can burn and rumble deep down in the core of our being, sometimes so deep down and so overwhelmingly precious that we don’t really know what to do with it/them, so, often, many people do nothing at all, but the dream still rumbles!

The dream (vision) needs to be acknowledged, trusted and released, not just for the individual him/herself (the ‘dreamer’), but also for others – in fact… that’s the reason for the God-given dream in the first place! Some consider it arrogant to accept and act upon such dreams; however, in fact it is more arrogant not to do so.

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The dream (vision) needs to be acknowledged, trusted and released, not just for the individual him/herself (the ‘dreamer’), but also for others – in fact… that’s the reason for the God-given dream in the first place! Some consider it arrogant to accept and act upon such dreams; however, in fact it is more arrogant not to do so.

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Our dreams are not only for ourselves.

  “…Here comes that dreamer, let’s kill him, then see what becomes of his dream.”

 Some time ago I heard of a medical situation where an individual was described by the doctors as …. “Being in too much pain to breathe…”

It’s a startling image, isn’t it? And not a little baffling.  How can you be in too much anything to not breathe?   Isn’t breathing natural?  Isn’t it automatic?  Yet even I myself, when teaching or directing, have found occasion when my students, actors, company-members or clients are concentrating so hard on an exercise, corporate or theatrical discipline that I have needed to remind them to keep breathing!

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David Beckham, with that penalty kick for England against Argentina in the soccer world cup game way back in 2002 had literally millions of eyes as well as the hearts and hope of the nation fixed on him as he stepped up for the penalty kick (which of course he scored!); afterwards, reflecting on the pressure and intensity of the moment, he said that he “nearly stopped breathing…”

Whether it is through extreme nerves, intense concentration or indescribable pain, we can actually forget to breathe and therefore literally put our health and life in danger.

Breath, of course, is a fundamental physical requisite for life – physical, tangible, felt!

Dreams, like breath, are also an integral part of our health and imperative to our quality and fullness of life. Whilst dreams, by definition, imply a less tangible, more metaphysical construct, they are nonetheless absolutely essential, not just to the child’s imagination or the otherwise-impoverished-artist’s-concept, but to and for the very heartbeat of an individual life.

Dreams are the bridge between the impossible and the possible. They provide the passion to trust the promise, the courage to walk out the prophesy and a reason to look forward – to go on!

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Dreams: not the simple, random, surreal thoughts and images filling our psyche in an idle moment of daytime limbo, or when our head finally hits the pillow at night after another long day of intellectual gymnastics. But rather the passionate rumbling of vision, drive and purpose, that course through our being making us feel (and literally become) alive! (“Without vision the people perish…” Proverbs 29:18).  – A kind of robotic going-through-the-motions living – life in Monotone…].  A prelude to a breakdown…

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‘Prelude to a Breakdown’

 And it’s not a warm, inspiring dream

But more a stale, mundane routine

Dull with a sense of being alone – a radio play in monotone.

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And the clichés roll; “be cruel to be kind”,

“One day at a time”, “love is blind”.

Then in the silence, I hear the drone that is my life in monotone.

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And in a moment far away

The promise of a brand new day

Appeared to only be ‘on loan’ to the numbing life in monotone.

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And so it is with no surprise,

That with pure disillusioned eyes,

The tender heart soon turns to stone, to cope with life in monotone.

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And vision, hope and appetite

Evaporated through the night

Trust and confidence have flown, deserting the life in monotone.

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And all the loved ones cry out loud

And reminisce – “you made us proud,-

Ahh, but if we’d only known you lived your life in monotone”.

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And days are hours on a clock

Heart and mind both under lock

And the seeds of despair are fully grown, in the field of life in monotone.

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[Taken from the Poetry  & Music CD: “Only when it’s time”  & featured in the solo physical-theatre piece “Numb” by Danny Scott].

© Danny Scott

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