In Our Dreams

The night is cold and quiet, sleep awaits us for only then can we roam free in our dreams. We may travel far and visit many stories, yet we must be back before the first light appears on the horizon.  Our dreams are places for us to visit, to reflect, to learn new lessons or even to overcome fear.

I often think that the veil opens so that the ones that have crossed over may tell us their stories lest they be forgotten.  Many are the dreams where answers come to questions that were left unanswered.  They sleep there, the questions, and only awaken when the night crawls across the land and the mist starts to swirl becoming thicker like a fog coming off the sea.

In our dreams, we must walk down hallways with many doors.  We are afraid to choose which one to open as some doors hold our darkest fears and yet answers live where courage walks.  We must be bold and fearless in our quest for answers as hesitation is our nemesis often dark like midnight ink.

We find ourselves on a sandy beach with gentle waves, a passed love one waving in the distance bringing a key that will unlock the gates of ploutonion the entrance to the underworld.  We must walk without fear and pay the gatekeeper well so that he will remember us when we return before the coming dawn.  The forest is dark, and crows fill the trees waiting for us to falter or show fear.

In the distance, there is a door old when Cain wandered the earth outcast for his transgressions.  The door is built from the wood taken from the tree of life and its beauty is powerful giving us pause before the key turns.  The door shimmers and is engulfed in light, softly a song is being sung in the distance, so full of beauty that we walk without fear toward the ever-brightening light and the enticing melody of the song.

We hear the songbirds in the distance awakening to the new day and the passing of the night.  We know that we must hurry now toward the coming dawn and as we run down the path the dreams again swirl and become a misty fog.  We know that the night travels have ended, and we awaken ourselves to a new day.

Point Of View

Dreams are made from the night, sometimes frightening often sweet and filled with cherished memories.  We must never fear the night for without the night there can be no dreams.


Larry Tyler
Larry Tyler
Awaken the possibilities … then unleash them. After 55 years of successful retail management, I have returned to my passion of writing. I write Poetry, Storytelling, and Short Stories. As a child, I grew up on front porch storytelling. I would sit and listen to my Dad and his brothers tell these great stories that were captivating, and I always wanted to hear more. I wanted to experience the things they talked about. I started writing at a young age and reading everything I could get my hands on. At twelve years old I started a storytelling group and several of my friends became writers or poets. At 16 I hopped box cars and worked the tobacco fields, orange groves, picked cotton, and spent many nights around a campfire listing to life stories. Someone once asked me why I wrote. It consumes an amazing amount of time and I assure you it is not going to make me rich. I write so that my children can touch and feel my words telling of the ones that came before us and the stories they told me. These are the chronicles of our family and even though they come from my childhood memories and are deeply rooted in a child’s remembrance at least they may feel what it was like in the time before them and cherish the things the elders left behind. I am a Columnist & Featured Contributor, BIZCATALYST360 and I have The Writers Café, a group on LinkedIn that features Poets, Writers, Artists, Photographers, and Musicians . On Facebook I have two groups and one page; Dirt Road Storytelling, From Abandoned To Rescue Dogs And Cats, and About Life, Love And Living. As writers, it is true that we honestly do not know what we hold within us until we unleash it. When our words inspire others only then will inspiration return to the writer. I will spend my twilight years in search of the next story, the next poem, and the next image. I will take the time to enjoy my Wife, our Dogs, and Cats, and our amazing new home and I will always find the time to walk down a dirt road I truly hope is that I never have to read another book on Leadership, be on a conference call or see another plan o gram as these were the tool for what I did in life and not about who I am.

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  1. I love you lines “The door shimmers and is engulfed in light, softly a song is being sung in the distance, so full of beauty that we walk without fear toward the ever-brightening light and the enticing melody of the song.”

    We appear to be moving into a new era in which many are walking through this door.

    I enjoy reading your wisdom. Thank you, Larry