Ships Passing In The Night

I've been having these intense dreams lately. Emotionally resonant you might say. They're really forceful and strike to the core. Though, not aggressively so. They just leave a mark in a way that most dreams don't, and I dream a lot so that's saying something. These dreams are special. And it might have more to do with the characters in them than anything else.

It's rare that a dream creature comes along and leaves a lasting impression. We all conjure up these creatures on a nightly basis and we think nothing of it. At least I don't. They're just filler and fodder. People our psyche conjure up to facilitate the movement of the story. I don't think anyone takes special note of a particular face in a throng of millions if you find yourself lost within a crowd in your dream; the crowd is the focus, not the people. But now and again they appear. I think we've all seen and felt them. These special dream creatures, these ships passing in the night. I always wonder who and what they are and lament their passing at the break of a new day. Are they projections of the self? Obscured visions of the people we know in the waking world? I wonder what about them makes them so special; what leaves this lasting effect?

They're very familiar, which leaves me to believe that they could be of the waking world. Perversions or elaborations of the people we know. But these creatures don't seem as complex. That they seem so simple and focused also lead me to believe that they might be fully realized archetypes. But they're more involved and complex... in a way that leads we away from that notion. They're a mixture, a contradiction. They seem too simple to be human, almost vacant. But they also feel great and mythic, just not in a way that they would need to be to be motifs. They're simple and great; an abyss. Very mystery creatures.

As consumed as I am to figure out who they are, I'm fascinated about what they are. They look so human. So fully realized. If asked to, I could spot them in a line-up. Something about that is sooo... something. I don't know what. They have their own voices... their own minds. Ghosts; people from a past life? People here and now; separated by the seas? More than anything I wish I could see them again, but something about what they are makes that impossible I think. They're catalysts in a lot of ways. These creatures not only facilitate the dream story, but our own personal stories. It's all about timing I suppose. We don't need heroes to appear at every turn, nor saviors, nor victims, etc. They appear when they need to. An echo to inspire action. I just don't know what's calling. What's meant by these visitors? To have had three in the last few days is odd. If anything they've proven thought-provoking. I just wish I could see them again...

DS333, in dreams.