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| Dream A Little Dream ... |
07/22/02 - I saw a shooting star last night! It came right over my head and kerplunked in the distance in front of me. It was fantastic, startling though. Is it a good sign? I don’t know. I can’t remember what it means. I’m going to go ahead and treat it as a good sign, or, at least a “chins up.” I’ve got a lot on my mind ... again. I’m beyond going with the flow though. I’ve gone on to the next stage: Grin and bear it. How does that saying go? Smile, and the world smiles with you. Frown, and you frown alone? The night at work turned into a very busy one. I was afraid of that. I never had a moment to think all night. I was so glad to get home and fall in bed. But, I couldn’t sleep. It had been too busy. I was forced to put the thoughts out of my mind and then when I went to retrieve them, I couldn’t remember what they were. It was like I was a blank. I laid in bed in a sort of almost light slumber, just almost, I didn’t fall to sleep. I wasn’t all that uncomfortable. My bones didn’t ache. I wasn’t tossing and turning. The room was getting warm, but I had the fan comfortably pointed at my body, very comfortable. But, I wasn’t asleep. I wasn’t able to get up. I could tell I wasn’t manufacturing energy. I never fought it. I figured I would drift off eventually. And, of course, I did. It was the sound of horses hoofs outside my window that woke me up a few hours later. It was just the sound, there weren’t really any horses. Fortunately, I realized what had just happened. I reached for the notebook by the side of my bed. Where had that dream just taken me? It wasn’t an out of body experience, but I had taken on a different body. In the dream, I was a young lad in what seemed like the days of the old west. The setting was, well, it reminded me of the old Gunsmoke series I watched faithfully as a kid. The dream wasn’t in black and white though, it was more like sepia, the brownish tones of old time photographs. There really wasn’t much happening in this dream. It seemed like the lad was just walking around town running into some of the local townspeople. But each had a little this and that to say. I remember him feeling good talking to the barmaid, she was warm and cheery. And then there was the town clown, he made the lad laugh. But it was the town drunk that made the kid take notice. They had actually let that drunk fall asleep right at the bar. The people around were saying let him sleep, it puts him out of his misery. There’s nothing can be done for him, just let him sleep. And then, of course, the town sheriff came up to the lad with some well spoken words of wisdom. I can’t remember what they were, but at that point I realized that the whole scene was fairly comical. Maybe the words were something like don’t take life so seriously. And then ... I woke up to horses hoofs. And, as I wrote down a few of the dream’s highlights, I started to laugh. I laughed and laughed. I actually felt quite good. And, I was thankful for the interesting life I have. And, I was going to continue to enjoy my interesting life. After all, I had seen a shooting star. |