SUNDAY THOUGHTS: SHARING DREAMS

If I don't recall my dreams immediately after I wake up, they're gone. I might have faint recollections of the full-color movies of my mind, but that's all. Without continuity, the pieces of my dreams don’t seem worth exploring.

Last night's dream was all over the place. It wasn't continuous, but 3 or 4 separate story lines. 

It featured people I knew, and didn't know. 

It also featured me displaying a boldness I only hope I would display in real life. 

I was admonishing someone about a highly unacceptable business proposal. It surely was a dream! 

When I'm awake, the individual generally demonstrates a great deal of integrity. I hope that's not about to change.

When I woke up, I shared one of the sequences of my dream with my daughter. She suggested that I share it with our friend--immediately.

I dreamed that I was looking out of a second floor window at the rear of a house. The area reminded me of my childhood back yard, except that there was a short sidewalk. 

I saw a friend's pre-teen daughter walking slowly on the sidewalk. She was carrying a backpack, and had on a black blouse and blue jeans. She was making progress, but it was clear that she was out of it--sleepy even. 

As she walked in a daze toward her school bus, a tall man, who was walking a black terrier-looking dog approached her. I couldn't identify, the man's face. The dog leaped up and grabbed on to her shirt and wouldn't let go. I threw open the window when it seemed that the man was just standing there doing nothing. 

I was screaming, "Let her go! Let her go! Get off of her!" 

My daughter, who in the dream was a little girl again, joined me in screaming--only she added that she was calling the police. The dog finally let my friend's daughter go, and she continued walking out of our sight.

I phoned my friend when I decided I'd better share the dream, but got her voicemail. I didn't leave a message. Part of me still thought it was a little silly to alarm her. She returned my call, though, and I told her of my dream. She said that she was so glad that I shared it with her. She and her husband had been considering allowing their daughter to walk home alone after school. They'd reasoned that she had proven herself responsible for her age. She would only be alone for about a half hour, until one of them arrived home from their respective places of employment. 

Even so, she said she had been agonizing over the decision--praying and wondering what to do.
I was stunned. She thanked me for getting over my apprehension about sharing, and said her decision was made. Her daughter would remain in the aftercare program at school.

I'm not a spooky person, nor do I ascribe to superstition. That was a little spooky, though!
Dreams DO serve a purpose--either for ourselves or others. I'm glad, now, that I remembered mine before the activities of the day caused my memory of it to fade.

Not minutes ago, I found out that PBS is airing "What Are Dreams?" on Wednesday night at 9:00PM.

 I think I'll tune in...: )