Ghost-Busted


 

Writing about my “soccer dream” (see previous entry) brought another such dream to mind…

This dream came to me years ago…

…perhaps I still remember it because of what happened when I woke…

It was the middle of the night—around 3 a.m.  As soon as I woke up, I had a strong feeling of foreboding.  I felt as if a “negative presence” had entered the room.

I turned the light on, but found no sign of any intruder.

I then wondered if a bad dream had created that strange feeling.

After a moment of thought, I recalled my dream…

I was playing soccer in a enclosed grassy space—going all out and laughing my head off the whole time.

I don’t know why I laughed.  I guess my laughter came from the joy of playing.

In any case, my strange feeling obviously did not come from the dream.

Needless to say, I waited awhile before I turned the light off again.

So what caused that feeling?  A ghost?  But what exactly is a ghost?  Is it the deceased in spirit form or an energy imprint or someone traveling around out-of-body—or…what?

I don’t want to limit reality by putting a ready-made label on an experience, then filing it away.  However…

…I don’t think that negative feeling came from a physical presence—or, at least, it wasn’t physical in the usual sense of the word.

I also think I may have been more “open” because I had just woken up.

Questions such as these are tantalizing.  There is so much of our world that we do not know, so much left to explore.  And that includes the Land of Nod: sleep is a frontier for which we have only a rough map.

© 2010, Michael R. Patton
sky rope poetry

About Michael Patton

I am a poet, novelist, and storyteller...A new mythologist, a peace miller, a dream worker...I don't qualify as an illustrator or photographer--I just "make pictures"...I have thirteen books available at amazon... I currently reside in northwest Arkansas, but have lived and worked all over the United States... I'm self-taught, for the most part--which is like searching for the right door in the dark. It's an on-going process.... I don't want to write MY story, I want OUR story, so that's what I'm studying: the human story: past, present, future, in its many aspects--including the spiritual. I'm proceeding at a slow crawl.... I don't see the inner world and outer world as separate. By learning about myself, I learn about others, I learn about my world.... Conversely, as I struggle to understand what I see OUT THERE, I learn about myself.... But to be clear: I don't claim any special understanding. I'm still purblind, still only half-awake.... After frustrating experience with the publisher of my first novel, I've published on my own, beginning with e-books, with plans to move into print and audio. Even video.... Along with a second novel, I've now published eight books of poetry. Each poetry book focuses on a theme. For instance, the collection GLORIOUS TEDIOUS TRANSFORMATION is about the slow difficult wonderful process of change.... In that book, as with all my work, I try to be accessible to a general audience, while also striving to achieve a certain literary quality.
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