Wednesday, October 08, 2008

Dreaming a little dream

I once had a friend, a very good friend. He was a good friend to a bunch of us, a big pert of the circle of friends.

Then one day, he wrote off all of his friends. He just went on with his life sans the original bunch.

There was no discernible altercation to cause this rift. It was just like the typical way in which people grow apart, at 10 times the typical speed.

Life went on.

I was a little hurt by the whole situation. OK, a lot. But I got over it.

Monday night, I had a dream where I was in a bar on a Saturday night. I ran into him, and he offered advice about something. I told him he had no right to just turn up again and offer advice after not returning calls or coming to parties. As far as his advice went, it was pretty stupid, anyway.

Then I woke up.

I was angry.

I was not angry about the contents of the dream though.

I was upset that, for a moment, I thought it was Saturday night and I didn't have to get up for work in the morning.

1 comment:

zilla said...

I like the idea that different aspects of ourselves appear to us in dreams disguised as characters from our lives.

I don't think there's a right or wrong way to interpret dreams, but the above way is the most interesting way, to me, at least.

Having said that, I would suggest your subconscious is checking an impulse to return to an old way of thinking that will not serve you well at this time.

Maybe wisdom comes more easily in sleep?

I woke up this morning glad that I've taken the day off to clean.

I hate cleaning.