SIGH

You know how you have those dreams that are, well not necessarily realistic per se, but are GOOD dreams, where things you want to happen in real life are happening in the dream? And then, inevitably, your alarm goes off and you are in denial about the approaching day so you slam the snooze and roll over, with just enough delicacy to avoid that jolt into alertness/wakefulness. You return to your dream for 9 or 10 minutes more and even though the story line was interrupted it smoothes back into place with only slight variations, kind of like a page you folded over in a book-the words are bent slightly under the fold but the overall meaning remains the same…You press snooze a few more times until the folded page no longer lies calmly back down, but jumps up at you, distorting the dream enough so that it is no longer pleasant and the nagging feeling that you are going to be late for work because of a dream starts to tug at you and sleep finally falls away from you like a torn dress as you jump out of bed with an ashamed look on your face.



And then you GO to work and keep wondering why things are so dull and lifeless, and you long to be in the reality of the dream again, where things were vibrant and fabulous. Each dull task you do your mind wanders off to dream land and your bed calls your name from across the miles. Of course when you finally do get home, the magic dream dust has worn off and floated away and your waking state has reconciled itself to the reality of the moment. But when you go to bed again, just before you traverse the land between here and there, you remember the dream, the feeling, and the dream dust is all around you…..and maybe you smile but the next morning you know--with certainty--that that dream, that particular one, is gone for good. Maybe another will take its place, maybe not. Either way, it will still be hard to get to work on time.