On Thursday night I dreamt that I was in my car with a coworker, and she was in the driver's seat. It was nighttime and we sat parked at the edge of a forest, watching the sky above the trees. The moon was full, and it began to rise and set out of synch with real time; rising and setting, rising and setting, though the night itself never changed. It moved so fast that eventually there were two moons in the sky. It was like the old quantum physics visual, where you leave a room and see yourself entering the same room, but from behind.
Then lightning began, above the moon's arc, flashing in an endless, raging storm of bolts. Then a blue shower of fireworks exploded. The sky was out of control. The moon then took over, swelling to such an immense size that it blotted out nearly everything else. (I've had other dreams about the moon doing this, so enormous that the city below it is bathed in white)
Then I woke up.
As I was driving to work, though no rain was forecast, I looked above the trees and saw a bolt of lightning streak down.
A student told me about a nest she found, not snug in the cradling branches of a tree but resting against the side of her family's house, three baby birds inside, shiny and new, no mother in sight.
I came to an intersection and found a blind man crossing, slowly, tentatively. In every direction sat a waiting car, yet I was the only one who could turn and go on my way.
Dreaming, waking, seek and ye shall find.
1 comment:
If you look for the delusional, you will certainly find it. (But sometimes, it find you.)
Driving to work last week, I passed an intersection where two dead ducks, one a beautiful green - even in death, the other smashed by a tire. Also in the intersection was one brown, full-sized boxing glove.
I just drove by and ignored it: until now.
Don
(Random stuff happens!)
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