"Does it feel like it's going to be Thanksgiving in a few days to you?" -Scott
"Yeah," I promptly responded, "because it is going to be Thanksgiving in a few days."
"Not really," Joo followed unenthusiastically.
I woke up this morning from another one of my flying dreams. I have them pretty often. When I first started having them, I had difficulty taking off because I lacked the confidence. But now I am quite comfortable flying at will. I didn't enjoy this flying dream as much though because I was being chased which made me feel anxious because I almost got caught a few times, one time I had to make a last minute escape by crashing through a window. I never know in these chasing dreams who is chasing me or why, just that I don't want to be caught. Another recurring theme in my dreams these days have been houses. They look like small to mid-sized houses but when you go into them they are unending, one extremely spacious room after another come up. Which leads to another recurring theme, pianos. Many of these expansive rooms have pianos of different sizes and styles, some are small uprights with only four octaves, others are gigantic grands with well over the normal eighty-eight keys. I love these rooms and try to sit on each bench to experience the piano unless of course I'm being chased and need to make a quick get away.
When I woke up, I wondered if I'm feeling discontent with my current living situation which is a bit cramped and far from being spacious so I consciously lifted up a prayer of thanks for the roof over my head, the nice clothes I have to wear, and all the food that we have in the house so that I don't need to wonder when I will be eating next.
As for the upcoming holidays, I no longer feel the need or the desire to FEEL like it's Thanksgiving or Christmas. When the day comes, it is and that's a fact no matter how I'm feeling. Although it would be nice to have the appropriate weather to go with the holidays, autumn foliage fluttering in the crispy cool air for Thanksgiving and white fluffy fresh snow falling from a clear sky on Christmas.
"Yeah," I promptly responded, "because it is going to be Thanksgiving in a few days."
"Not really," Joo followed unenthusiastically.
I woke up this morning from another one of my flying dreams. I have them pretty often. When I first started having them, I had difficulty taking off because I lacked the confidence. But now I am quite comfortable flying at will. I didn't enjoy this flying dream as much though because I was being chased which made me feel anxious because I almost got caught a few times, one time I had to make a last minute escape by crashing through a window. I never know in these chasing dreams who is chasing me or why, just that I don't want to be caught. Another recurring theme in my dreams these days have been houses. They look like small to mid-sized houses but when you go into them they are unending, one extremely spacious room after another come up. Which leads to another recurring theme, pianos. Many of these expansive rooms have pianos of different sizes and styles, some are small uprights with only four octaves, others are gigantic grands with well over the normal eighty-eight keys. I love these rooms and try to sit on each bench to experience the piano unless of course I'm being chased and need to make a quick get away.
When I woke up, I wondered if I'm feeling discontent with my current living situation which is a bit cramped and far from being spacious so I consciously lifted up a prayer of thanks for the roof over my head, the nice clothes I have to wear, and all the food that we have in the house so that I don't need to wonder when I will be eating next.
As for the upcoming holidays, I no longer feel the need or the desire to FEEL like it's Thanksgiving or Christmas. When the day comes, it is and that's a fact no matter how I'm feeling. Although it would be nice to have the appropriate weather to go with the holidays, autumn foliage fluttering in the crispy cool air for Thanksgiving and white fluffy fresh snow falling from a clear sky on Christmas.
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