DREAMING

               

Usually when or if I dream, I do not remember what the dreams were. Sometimes, there will be bits or pieces, but never the entire thing. Only a few times during my life…and that’s eighty years…have I remembered the dream I had. As an example, Once was when I was a teenager and I dreamed my m other had died. The dream included the funeral and I had to get up out of bed and go to her room to make sure it had been just a dream.

This morning I had one of those dreams. Do you dream? Do remember your dreams? The dream I'm writing about seemed to cover a greater part of my life. I usually go back to bed on the mornings I don’t have to be anywhere early. Today, I went back to bed at 7:30 am. I woke up at 9:19 am and this dream just clung to me.

It began in what was myi bosses’ office at the University of Washington. It was my office and looked out over Union Bay. Then, I was at the northern corner of the Woodland park Zoo where I met up with a friend. Initially, it was someone named Patty, but that soon evolved into Claudia. There were others tehre as well, but I don’t remember who. We were all talking and laughing and having a good time.

Claudia then said she had to walk north on Phinney Avenue in order to get some blueprints made. Even though my car, the 1967 Chevelle I drove in the late 1960s was sitting right tehre, I said I’d walk along. We walked north until we came to a little shop that had a blueprinting machine. It was just like the one I knew how to use back in the late 1960s. I shopped around the store while Claudia went off to make her copies.

Then, I was outside the shop and began to walk north because now I had to walk home. A few blocks later, the trek seemed so long and hard, I pulled my phone  out of my pocket. “It’s about time you answered,” John said angrily. I went on to explain what I’d been doing and he offered to come get me. I responded by suggesting when he came that he take me back to my car so I could drive it home before it got towed because I was sure I left it parked badly.

That’s when I woke up. The entire dream was very clear and I wonder what it means. It included three of the jobs I held in my youth. It included my current best friend. It included a walk up Phinney and Greenwood, something I’ve done in the distant past. At the end, it included an angry husband who was angry because he was worried and a cell phone which wasn’t present in the earlier part of the dream. As he’d done before, John was willing to come rescue me.

When I woke up, the entire dream seemed so very real. I was positive I had been talking to John. I was positive this had all happened right then. When I became fully awake, I realized it had all been a dream, one which I seemed to remember in detail, to the point where I’m typing it out an hour later.

What does it all mean? I have no idea. I know I loved talking to John even though he was angry in the beginning. I loved knowing he was coming to rescue me. I loved knowing I didn’t have to walk for another couple of hours to reach my home. I have no idea, but find myself wondering if this is one of those “end of life” experiences or dreams. Does this dream indicate my life may soon end, that I may soon join John? I have no idea. Wonder if I should send this to a dream reader and get a professional opinion. What do y’all think?