It meant something to me, but nothing to you - even if I opted to try to describe it. But I won't.
Believe it or not I don't write about all that happens in my life.
I will tell you the dream incorporated outdoor Bikram yoga (yes, I know that is not a thing), the Jewish Community Center here in Cleveland, a rabbi from a local temple and my cousin Bill - kind of. And tears. Mine. Well, my dream-self.
It was one of those dreams that went on for a lengthy period of time - seemingly all night. I was still bent out of shape (though I know that's not the correct phrase) when I woke up.
While the dream dealt with death, it dealt more with life - both present and after. It dealt recognition and family and a sort of healing, though oddly enough there was nothing to heal - not in the context of the dream, or even in the reality of what might lie underneath.
Often, even with my weird dreams, I don't actually remember them and sometimes nothing more than a vague feeling of them. This time, I couldn't shake it. It is as vivid now as it was almost a day ago.
It was also one of those dreams you had to tell someone, but not just any someone, but a specific person. I don't know it made a lick of sense to them, but one of those things I had to verbalize just to feel a bit more centered - though I'm not sure it worked.
Yes, I'm babbling. Yes, I know I make no sense. It's a process, I suppose. As I draft this before hitting the sheets, I'm hoping tonight's sleep cycle is less disruptive.
I'm all for good, or even weird dreams, but sometimes I just need a good nights sleep.
Song by: Roy Orbison
3 comments:
I tend to have bizarre dreams, almost never nightmares. And occasionally I've had dreams so real and sad where I woke up crying.
I often have dreams I want to remember in the morning but fail to. But every now and then I will have one so vivid, so impactful that I will force myself to review its details several times in my head before going back to sleep so I can recall it in the morning. Those are the ones I write about.
I empathize with your feelings.
I think if I started blogging about my dreams, someone might try to have me committed.
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