I’m sure you know the dream. The one where you are going to school, or worse, you are already in the hallowed halls, and you discover that you are missing part of your clothing. Usually your skirt or pants. The feeling of panic, dread and humiliation that haunts you throughout the dream as you frantically try to figure out a way to get home without missing the very important exam you are supposed to write, or attend the class you must attend so you won’t get expelled. Then you wake up with palpitating heart and night sweats to realize you are in bed.
However, yesterday morning I woke up from a pleasant doze on the bus ride into work with a start as I suddenly recalled NOT seeing my skirt in my bag when I was fussing earlier in the morning. Holy Batman! I was sitting on the bus with my warm leggings and nothing to change into when I got to work. Since I had been crawling around in the parking lot looking for something that had been thrown out of the bag as I was digging to put on my warm socks the leggings were not exactly clean. What to do? How to hide my ginormous butt in those tight fitting leggings? Agony. This time I was not waking up from the nightmare, I was living it!
The power of dreams. One by one the dreams or nightmares of my life have eventually manifested themselves into true life. Like dreaming I was walking through a neighbourhood of fences when I lived in a fence free suburbia. Years later while living in Winnipeg I had to walk through a fenced in neighbourhood to get to my high school. Various dreams of interviews that have come true (well, perhaps I haven’t yet met the succubus from one of those dream interviews, though certain colleagues of the past have resembled one!)
Dreams are powerful things. I’m not sure if we are driven by them or they are driven by us. But they sure can get my heart racing!
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