I am a dreamer. A dreamer in every sense of the word from my non waking moments to the romantical idealist who is a visionary but for this post I am going with my non waking moments…to sleep, perchance to dream. Ok, so I don’t want to sleep the kind of sleep that Hamlet was talking about in his soliloquy. "For in that sleep of death what dreams may come…When we have shuffled off this mortal coil…Must give us pause." I mean can I be guaranteed that in death I would find peace. There is the rub. Hamlet was talking about taking his own life…granted it kind of was like death by cop because he thought he would die taking out his uncle for killing his dad but still so permanent. Oh what a tangled web. Then there is J.M. Barrie who said in Peter Pan “To die would be an awfully big adventure.” but I am more of a fan of Robin Williams’ take as Peter Banning in the movie Hook “Oh, no. To live…to live would be an awfully big adventure.”
Anyhooooo…I am a dreamer. I am that person that dreams all the time and almost always remembers the dream. I am also a repeat dreamer. From my earliest dreams I can remember dreaming the same dream over and over. An example is the one I had of my brother and sharks. I also had a recurring dream about my pre/kindergarten school…there were these crates and a dark sinister thing with many eyes. Then there are my flying dreams and I don’t mean like Superman. I gather the wind and it pushes me gently off of the ground and I can hover. I’ve had those dreams for ever. Actually dreams about wind are also a popular theme with me. I have them were I can make the wind and cause it to swirl around me. I watch the leaves dance around me. I can see every part of them.
I also dream about people and sometimes of things to come with regards to them. I have dreamed about people who are no longer in this world. I dreamt of my father after he died. He was walking up Bordell Road in Farmers Valley in the quiet snow. He looked as he did about 15 years before he died…before he was ravaged by Alzheimer’s. He wasn’t wearing his glasses but he smiled at me and waved before he turned and walked up the road.
As a sufferer of insomnia I cherish my dreams since sometimes they come very few and far between.
Again: *Disclaimer* I wrote this while drinking red wine. I was also listening to David Garrett, Joshua Bell, and then some Robin Thicke. I also may go back and “edit” this post once I read it with sober eyes and brain. Bwhahaha!