Sleep Time Dreams

July 9, 2014 by Cleve Sylcox

Dreaming, I was told once that dreams are nothing more than my subconscious expressing abstractly what my heart desires…I guess my heart is desiring a murder, witches, warlocks, goblins, ghouls, fairies, dwarfs, giants, dragons, wizards, and a small man named Waldo. Not to mention money, sex, and a beautiful woman named Roxanne.

In many ways, what I was told is true, but then again not. We do dream about things we desire, but more often, we dream of things totally unrelated to our daily lives. I wake up from a dream and try to write it down and retain some miniscule part of it. However, it soon fades. Occasionally I will have a dream that affects me deeply. Those dreams linger long enough for me to write them in detail. Like most dreams, they are confusing, very abstract with no meanings on the surface.

What do dreams mean? Got me. Perhaps they are nothing more than entertainment. If you are religious, it might be God’s way of communicating to you. Also, maybe dreams are not meant for our interpretation. Maybe they require an oracle.

According to the Bible, Daniel interpreted King Nebuchadnezzar dreams. Then again, John had dreams an angel interpreted for him.

Mystics, palm readers, soothsayers, all try to tell us what our dreams are, but no one can really tell.

As for me I hope I continue to dream…I am an old man, and in the later days old men will dream dreams, and young men will have visions. So I dream, and if God wants me to understand the dreams then he will make them known, if not they will remain abstract entertainment while I sleep.

See ya when you come home…

July 8, 2014 by Cleve Sylcox

As the wind blows east,

I watch the sunrise,

As the wind blows east,

I humble with pride,

It is his duty calling,

Taking him on a plane,

Leaving land of birth,

To the shores so far away,

Is not battle going,

Guarding just the same,

Protecting our interest,

Soldiering is not a game,

As the wind blows east,

I watch my son rise,

As the wind blows east,

My chest fills with pride,

July 4th

July 3, 2014 by Cleve Sylcox

You know…I thought about writing something patriotic since July 4^th is tomorrow. Then I said, “Nah, I bet everybody is doing that.” Then I thought about another round of plugs, “I bet a bunch of people want good reading during those bar-b-q’s.” Then I lost enthusiasm when I figured fireworks and family would take center stage. So, I decided to write about nothing…nothing at all in particular.

I did think of the Ukraine and the Russian situation, Iraq and Isis, those poor souls crossing our borders to escape a hostile government, and especially our troops stationed all around the world protecting our vital interest abroad.

I thought of our freedoms, Obama, American history, and red coats.

I thought about pork steaks, corn on the cob, and cherry pie. And Since I could not do anything about those other situations, I decided to fire up some pork steaks, and cook a cherry pie. The corn at the market did not look appetizing.

Happy Fourth of July everyone!