What Happened While I was Asleep?

Sleeping is an amazing way to "get away from it all," to turn a wretched existence into something glorious and diverse. Getting there isn't half the fun - turning over the day's more troublesome moments in one's mind, trying to imagine how things would have been different if only . . . .



Fact: in my most recent dream sequence, I was following my brother down the hall to the linen closet. When he opened the door, suddenly I wasn't facing him any longer, but there, suddenly, my mother appeared wearing the most beautiful white clothing. Now, my mom died about 4 years ago (or maybe 3 - I have a GIGANTIC problem with numbers and time) but there she was - and looking very well, I must add - and I reached out to her, fell to the floor, and woke up. At first I thought I may also have died, but I scoped out my surroundings and realized I was in the same old mess that had stigmatized me when I went to sleep. Boo-hoo.



Guess it's high time to get my act together and do something about my living conditions. I'm still not unpacked from my last trip, and things here are beginning to accumulate in a rather disgraceful way. At the bottom of it all, I have to get the dog's brush and crawl on my hands and knees swabbing the Sheba hair off the carpet. (If only I had the $$ to put in tiles, it would not be such a back-breaking, formidible task.) The dog - she won't stop shedding and me - it's a trial to try to keep up with my own self without tossing her into the mix.



So now, until next time, pray for me that I make some headway into my own self-created disorder.

Magic Anti-Aging Technique

"Who am us anyway?" - a rather rhetorical question once posed by Firesign Theater, has become one of my mantras. Long ago, while a philosophy major (yeah, sure!), I pondered whether a person was simply the sum of all his (or her) past experience. Sometimes I still wonder, but I do believe that experience does have a lot to do with what I am now.



Certainly, my choices have led to what I've become. Whether wisdom or heart have a role in my patterns, my reality is what I am now, at this particular moment.



But in my dreams, I will always be that person I always wanted to be - the quintessential perfection of an image drawn from the past. To project that being to a current existence is probably impossible, but I can always go back to sleep and be who I wish.