“All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.”
The morning is near perfect. There is a wind strong enough to blow the chimes hanging from a tree branch. The air is sweet with their sound. When I looked out the window, I saw bird after bird grabbing a sunflower seed, flying off to eat and then returning for another. I noticed movement in the yard and then spied a rabbit hopping round and munching the greenery. I was worried about Nala so I went out on the deck to watch. Nala never saw the rabbit.
When I was a kid, I had a dream. I dreamed I would travel the world. I would visit the places in my geography book. I remember the picture of Christ the Redeemer standing tall over the city of Rio. I went to Corcovado Mountain and stood at the foot of that statue. I was in awe. I had jumped into the pages of my geography book. I had stepped into a dream.
I always knew from the eighth grade on I would go into the Peace Corps. Back then there were PSA’s on TV about the Peace Corps. I intently watched every one knowing they were directed at me. My father watched and wondered why anyone would do that. What a waste he thought, spending all that money on college then going God knows where for no money. I decided discretion was in order and said nothing. I hung on to this dream. When I was a junior in college, I went to listen to a Peace Corps recruiter. I even took the language test which measures your ability to learn a new language. I went to a country where English is the official language. I can still remember the day I got my invitation to serve. I was going to Africa. Another dream had become reality.
I have never stopped dreaming. I have dreams which will probably never come true, but it is still fun to dream. That I win a million dollars in the lottery is one of those. I figure, though, I’ll have to start buying lottery tickets. I’d like the elves who visited the shoemaker to visit me but not to make shoes but to clean my house. I am so tired of vacuuming Henry fur and cleaning paw prints off the kitchen floor. The big dream is always to go back to Ghana. It is my heart dream.
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July 30, 2024 at 5:12 pm
Hi Kat,
Hot and sunny.
You and I are very lucky because we were able to fulfill our dreams. Most people don’t get even close to making their dreams reality.
I know from studying sleep and fatigue that everyone dreams during REM sleep. I just can’t remember any of mine going back a lot of years. Every night I fall asleep hard and then awaken before my alarm goes off. Usually, due to my age and gender I awake a couple of previous times to use the facility but go right back to sleep.
Maybe, once you fulfill your dreams, you stop remembering them. Or maybe they just aren’t important enough to remember.
July 30, 2024 at 11:46 pm
Hi Bob,
Right now it is quite humid. Rain is predicted for tomorrow. Even the wind has died down.
Sometimes I remember my dreams. A few even have given me a chuckle. I am a sound sleeper. I seldom get up at night and sleep through usually six or seven hours. The only day I have an alarm is on Wednesdays when I have a morning uke lesson.
You are so right about how lucky we have been to fulfill our dreams. I think that says we are tenacious. We knew what we wanted and went for it.