Friday, October 8, 2010

American Dreamin'





One of my favorite things about being a human being is having the ability to dream, have dreams; and wake up with a solid realization of what I’d just perceived in my slumberous state. I would be the last to call myself one who is able to accurately interpret dreams. I have trouble even deciphering what it is that I see in my personal panoramic productions.  Some say  that symbols hold an enormous amount of weight; while others simply believe that dreams are there to give us a realistic evaluation of how it is we are doing in this life, and give us realistic goals for ourselves. Even if those dreams involve peacefully toppling your country’s present government, or on the opposite end of the spectrum one could be inspired to ask out that cute girl/guy that may be the mother or father of their unborn children. [Ha Ha -some might say a peaceful coup de tat and making love to conceive a child are one in the same ].
 




More divergent figures propose that the setting of the sun and rising of the moon is a time for our souls and spirits to revisit our true home and converse with our ascended ancestors and our friends that we have forgotten from another realm or vibratory level. What do I think about dreams? Well I don’t think anything…because I am sleeping silly. But when I wake up, I usually try to contemplate some of the
ramifications of what my faculties have allowed me to perceive. Sometimes I even journal what it is or was that I recalled verbatim, and if I can capture it well enough I’ll enlist the assistance of my artistic instincts. It may take up to two years for a dream that I have written in my  journal about comes fully to light.  But that is the beauty of it. To me it’s as if the Divine paints a picture of itself  for us, and we can see it before we make the long trip through the cosmos to our place on this earth, and dreams are the play back. So whether you are a single mother waiting tables in the concrete mosaic that is NYC, or hauling steel beams from Witchata to L.A. you actually might be expressing your dharma on a perpetual basis.




But dreaming isn’t just something that we do at night, or during cat naps after a long day, really it is something that we do collectively Dr. King had a dream, and he brought that dream into fruition; even if the price shortened the cord of life that he gave so freely to a world he just wanted to see in better condition than he found it. It’s this facet of dreaming that those in my generation have comprehended so well. To offer a prime examples those among the hip-hop generation. Namely figures like Kanye West, Sean Carter, and the Roots to me these men are the embodiment of the American dream. Carter for example was born into what most would call an impossible situation: William L. Marcey Housing Projects. It’s the music makers that provide the backdrop for a generation, and these guys provide for me in my waking hours what the Divine shrouds me in at night. I pride myself on being very eclectic when it comes to my musical tastes, but what sets these individuals apart from Billy Corgan, Micheal Stipe, Billy Joe, or even Bono is what they represent, and the vibes that their work exudes. To me they broadcast to the universe what minions of downtrodden in the ghettos of this planet’s ‘most privileged’ land cannot. That message is too confounded to condense to one word so I won’t attempt.






The outset of this message is dreaming, so when you close your eyes what do you see? I had intended to discuss the dreams of a dear friend of mine. And how the trails of a tough economy and circumstance have force him to forgo or postpone some of his dreams. I wanted to talk about how much more he could do to bring these jewels to fruition, but now I am not sure where I stand when it comes to my friend and the status of his dreams. Once upon a time we dream't of how we wanted to conquer the known world one thing at a time. Truth be told we drank a lot and chased women in and out of bars and clubs too. But my man has come a long way since our days back in school. I guess what I wanted to get at was the nudge…scientist say it takes anywhere from thousands to millions of years for diamonds to form deep in the earth’s [ha ha ha it‘s as if the jewelry industry charges 78 cents for every year that the stone spent in the earth‘s crust]. No matter the amount of time spent to form; the common denominator is pressure.











What do you think of dreams?