Tuesday, January 08, 2013

Dreaming

Last night I dreamed a friend chased me out of her life. I woke up distressed and wondering what I had done wrong. This friend and I are not arguing or fighting so I am not sure where this came from.

Earlier this today, just before lunch, I fell into a kind of stupor while I sat the computer. I think I began dreaming almost as soon as my eyes closed, though I am not sure I was asleep.

My daydream went something like this:

I had been missing from the Hollins campus for several years - a very long time. But I am making a return - a triumphant one. I am svelte and small, not a big lump flopping along like I am now. I have on an assembly of stylish but artistically ecclectic clothing (not sure exactly what that looks like, but it isn't Alfred Dunner brand). My hair is perfect.

I am breathing regularly, not asthmatically. I have a healthy glow about me. I am fit and full of energy. I am not old, my hair does not have gray in it. My face is not wrinkled.

I am also the author of three - count 'em! - three books.

The campus embraces me with open arms. "You look so different!" gasps one of my old professors as she hugs me. People begin cheering me. Someone slaps me on the back.

I stop the dream.

I opened my eyes to stare at the blinking cursor in my word processing program. The words are tepid, silly, unworthy.

I hit delete, and they are gone.

2 comments:

  1. Listening to what our dreams tell us can be a good thing. Perhaps they are pointing you towards something you should be doing. As for me.. well... my dreams are just always about men I don't know and Mexico, and there is no way I am listening to MY dreams!!!

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  2. Dreams can definitely be funny, and figuring out what aspects of them we should pay attention to can be tricky. I go through cycles of vivid, active dreams that wear me out.

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