Unless you’re being paid to do so, it’s never interesting hearing about someone else’s dream; unless, there’s a decent likelihood that you may have made an appearance. “Your dream?” Fine, fine, so long as it’s about me. Self-centered, yes.
I’ve avoided sleeping lately because my FUNNEL CAKE past keeps creeping into the sleeping cracks, awakening me with a slight panic, what if I chose wrong, what if these dreams are my destiny, trying to steer me back on the path I’m meant to be living? Why does our past, even a casual past that could have but never did become anything more than that– a linked past, in the past. And I still awake, dreaming of him. Worst of all, it feels so real, like I should pounce and pack bags and change my life on whim, something I’d never do.
This is why I need to keep a dream journal, bedside, where I may later comment on how I believe the dream integrates with the life I’m living. What insights I might see. Of what am I failing to let go, and how can I force myself to let go of something I have in fact already let go? Why do our pasts sneak up and invade the unmessy, straightforward, lives we’re striving to live? Funnel cake tempting us from our Celery Stalk lives.