Dreams

I had a weird dream last night. Well, last morning to be exact, some time between my bouts of refusal to wake up and greet the attractive and equally unattractive sun. It was more uncomfortable than weird. See, I rarely remember my dreams anymore, which I find unfortunate but it happens. The dreams that I have been able to recall usually aren't that great either, and leave me upset. I don't want to share the details of my dreams here but what made my dream uncomfortable was the familiarity of it, the characters specifically, and the fact the events I dreamed were plausible.

It wasn't a good dream. As I said before, I have trouble moving on. If the period of an event is only a chapter, I have sometimes have difficulty accepting that it cannot become an epic. In other words, all epics may have started merely as short stories or chapters, but not all chapters and short stories will become epics.  My dream reminded me that some things in life are chapters. The characters in my dream looked familiar but were not the same. I was in a safe, familiar place but something felt harsh, calculating, and unkind. Not frightening, but alarming. And what's worse is that when I woke up, I felt that my dream could happen in real life.

Imagine, just imagine, if our dreams really did mean something in our living life. I'm not talking about Inception or some other prophesizing orb, just that what if our dreams were plain and simple a reflection of our lives, metaphorically, actually, physically, spiritually, all the -lys. It would be quite a blessing and a curse. A blessing to know and a curse to know...my, my what a tangled thing to weave. Perhaps this is just one of things where ignorance is bliss and knowing too much is more precarious than necessary.