I was cast speedily into a deep sleep last night, accompanied by the lullaby of the never-ending All Stars game. My dreams are very frequently blockbuster cinematic, for example, there is usually a basso profundo voice that narrates the suspenseful plot and accompanying orchestral music that accentuates the oncoming avalanche or bank heist, whatever the purposeful scheme may be that night.
However, last night I had a dream about a grade school friend, whom I hadn’t thought about in years. In the dream, I was in a room full acquaintances, and one-by-one we were rallying up on a stage to recount our life histories since the last time we saw this person. While I sat awaiting my turn I practiced what I would say, which is very indicative of what real-life/non-dream me would do in preparation. My subconscious mind was very accurate in recalling events and associated dates. I never did finish the dream, but upon awakening I realized that I have accomplished quite a bit since the last time I ran into this old friend, which must be nearing 5 years. In that time I’ve finished graduate school, moved back to Chicago, and then southward to Houston, started numerous jobs, and in a roundabout way, working in a profession that is actually related to a degree, that is both emotionally and intellectually challenging, but rewarding at the end of the day. In three weeks I'll be starting on another series of school, which may further shape my occupational future. I’ve been significant relationships and been on even more numerous first dates, and am now engaged to a man who is my best friend and confidant. It’s amazing really, at least to me, how we get to these points in our lives that are worthy of reflection. It just took a dream to draw it out.
posted by Sheila @ 7/16/2008 12:48:00 PM
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