As a kid, my dream was to become a writer. I did that. But it’s funny how I got there. I took a side trip through many years of teaching. My favorite thing to teach was writing!
Those early dreams tell us who we are, what we are. Do you remember your earliest dreams? Did they somehow come to pass in your life?
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2 thoughts on “Dream”
Late, the wee small hours. I wake, find your smile, our legs entwined, our hands wrapped snuggly above, while I lower fingers to your chest, twisting small, dark, silken hairs. We talk into the night. Until I wake again, from this dream and find only my pillow. I miss you.
Lately , the dreams are upsettingly strange and vivid .
I mostly dream in the wee hours of the morning , when you are awake and not quite so . For the past week , a peacock has taken its temporary perch on the branch of gigantic eucalyptus outside . At precisely 4 am every morning , it calls out to its kith and kin , and yells a full throated war cry to the reddening sky . It might be a” good morning ” too , in fowl-ese . I don’t know . It is loud , piercing , and like a streaming liquid , it enters my dreams , through the cracks in my consciousness , and manifests strangely there .
Once it became the blood -curdling yell of a cannibal . On an other occasion , it became the call for solidarity , a marching beat , for a higgledy piggledy group of ragged soldiers .
My dreams are often infiltrated by today’s insecurities . Of Covid 19 news and deaths , debates and projections , lockdowns and curfew , sirens and slamming of doors. We are traversing uncharted waters and sleep is hard to come by . Any hastily snatched nap has a definite element of a nightmare .
In my dreams , I have negotiated flooded forest floors , clad in a nightie , with an umbrella for companion .
My better half is faring no better . Yesterday , I caught him groaning in his afternoon nap .Wide awake , I waited for the groans to end .
They didnt. On the contrary , they became more persistent and loud . Alarmed , I shook him awake . He says he was chasing a pack of black dogs off the terrace . Then he turned to his side and resumed peaceful . unbroken snoring .