Mooooorning.
Last night I dreamt about puppies. Well, strangely I dreamt about stealing free DVD players that were actually television projectors and then realizing they’re free and then opening the box to find you get a free, white, floppy, little puppy. This was all in an elevator in a department store that wasn’t functioning very well, and the whole time I was trying to think through the broken haze of dreaming to figure out if it was logistically clever for me to have a puppy that may indeed eventually become a dog. What was I doing, again? Did it accommodate a pet? I remembered that there was some kind of policy that I had designed around having pets when I travel this often… now if only I could remember what it is… ooooh he’s so FLUFFY.
And then my alarm went off. And it’s snowing again. A lot. Everything outside is covered in about a foot of snow. I believe the first words I have uttered today are “holy moly”. For some reason that prompted me to write to you. And now it’s prompting me to look up what kind of puppy it was on the internet.
Now I’m not a “cute dogs and cats pictures” kind of person, I’m more of a piglets and squirrels kind of geek, but THAT WAS CUTE. I think the puppy might have been a Jack Russel. But something floppier. I don’t care. It was soft.
But it’s prompted me to think about the contrast in dreams. When I was younger one of my favorite things to do was to dream. I was pretty good at navigating my dreams when I was little and pretty much every dream was about flying. Sometimes with a cape. Often to fantastical places. But I knew what I wanted and I knew how to get it. It was a main feature of my life when I was little, and now dreaming is more of a case of did I get to sleep enough/did I have dreams at all/were they scary and about cleaning toilets.
It’s interesting that as one gets older and more responsible how the noise comes into the most sacred spaces. It does that because we let it. Just yesterday a friend reminded me that life is about balance. “Sure.” I thought. “The balancing act between five creative projects, two jobs, and getting fit for the gig I’m doing in a few weeks.”
And here I am dreaming about the logistical conundrum of responsibility.
Somehow my weeks need to get longer so I can fit in a day off. Or maybe my expectations need to calm down. Nice theory. Did I mention it’s snowing?
Have a great day.
Out my front window
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