Before this long, exhausting Friday really starts: Last night I slept peacefully, and didn’t wake up, not even once. I had a dream and someone I used to know, years ago, was in it. He was a bit transparent, not really the person I used to know, still it was him, there’s no doubt about it. He said he had come to give me my letters back. I said “I thought you had thrown them away, that day, out in the street”. “I did”, he replied, “but when you left, I picked them up again and put them in my coat”. He said he wanted me to have them now, he said he knew them by heart. And there they were, my letters, as I remember them, in their white envelopes with his name written on them and the date and their number. They were numbered. All 123 of them. Then we had coffee, and that’s when I fully realized this was a dream and so I had better not wake up and watch DVDs, I’d better keep on sleeping, because there is no chance I would ever actually share a cup of coffee with that person. I could actually talk to him, and he was smiling and couldn’t pronounce “r” very well, just like he did in real life. Then we talked about our lives and I told him everything about my job and my family and he asked after my cats. He said something I had been waiting to hear when I knew him. He said something like “I didn’t know how to tell you I wanted us to be friends”. And now I am awake and know this is a fabrication of my mind. Still, I’d like to have this peaceful feeling again, the one that comes with the realization that you meant something to those people who meant the world to you.
The Daily Steven House Quotation - Homage to Steven House
"Isn’t it funny the amount of times you say or think, you can’t do or cope with something, but somehow do."
September 30th, 2005 at 5:39 am
Interesting notion that “eyes don’t forget”. Would that suggest the blind are forgetful?
The night my Nan passed away I dreamt about her. I don’t rememberdreams very often. That was a very comforting dream though.
The comfort of dreams? Now there’s a blog name waiting to happen!
September 30th, 2005 at 6:04 am
not those eyes D!
i meant the other eyes, the inside-your-head-eyes.
September 30th, 2005 at 10:05 am
I’ve heard people say that dreams create what you really want but then why do we have nightmares?
Sometimes its nice to know there is an imaginary place you can escape to when things aren’t exactly how you want them
September 30th, 2005 at 10:14 am
First off, thank you for the comment on ‘A Journey’ - I’m glad I managed to convey the feeling satisfactorily. I note that you’ve managed something similar here, in that you’ve expressed the dual sensation sometimes found in dreaming when you know you’re dreaming but it feels real anyway and you just carry on. I suppose it’s a weaker form of lucid dreaming. And the touch of sadness on waking, when that wonderful feeling disperses like smoke in a breeze… Oh, and it’s a wonderful title you’ve chosen for the blog - I hope you don’t mind if I add it to my blog roll?
September 30th, 2005 at 10:31 am
Steve
yes, that’s what happened. I created that dream, i’m sure, and not because things aren’t how i want them, but because there are people along the way that we never had the chance to put things straight with.
Is your hangover a bit better now? Do you want some strong coffee?
ID
Of course I wouldn’t mind. In fact, I’d feel honoured. Thank you.
September 30th, 2005 at 12:06 pm
i’ve had many a coffee and am feeling a bit better but wanna go home and slob about!
September 30th, 2005 at 12:39 pm
Is this what they mean by a lucid dream?
September 30th, 2005 at 12:43 pm
just lucid? loud and clear you mean.
Do you ever have those dreams? Where there is no subconscious, just everything crystal clear for you to see, like a movie?
September 30th, 2005 at 12:49 pm
I have had those dreams at least twice that I can remember, one of which was in B&W in French and with subtitles!
September 30th, 2005 at 12:52 pm
excuse me?
you are a pretty eccentric dreamer