April 26th, 2019

I had a dream the other night.  That sounds very ordinary.  Who cares, right?  We all dream.  Well the thing of it is, for whatever reason, I almost never remember my dreams so the fact that I remember the dream is kind of a big deal to me.  I cannot even remember that last time that I was even aware that I dreamed during the night. I don't have any idea why I don't remember my dreams. I just know that I almost never do.  Yeah, I know, I'm weird.

So I'll begin again.  The other night, I had a dream.  It was not just a dream, it was one of those incredibly vivid dreams, where it seems so very real that upon waking, it's kind of hard to separate reality from dream for a moment.  And in the dream, there was a phone very much like the one above.

In the dream, I was in this house. This very one.  It looked like, felt like, sounded like, smelled like this house. Everything looked exactly the way everything looks in this house with one exception.  That phone.  It was on a table in the living room.  And in the dream, as I was walking through the living room, the phone began to ring.  Dream-me was surprised to find an old rotary phone on her living room table, but since it was ringing, answered it.

I answered it almost reluctantly.  After a moment's hesitation I said, "hello?" into the receiver.  The voice on the other end of the phone very cheerily said, " Hello" back.  I was startled to hear that voice.  The voice went on to tell me that he was only calling to tell me that I didn't have to worry about things anymore.  That he had taken care of the matter and it will all be fine.   

In the dream, I became very teary as I said, "Daddy?" into the phone rather softly.  The voice of my dad said, "Why yes of course." And then went on to explain that the matter had been resolved by him getting together with a couple of other people, who he mentioned by name, and that between all of them, the problem was solved..

Dream-me said, " Thank you".  I didn't know what else to say!  Dream-me was beyond  shocked,  but my manners are always firmly in place, apparently even in dreams.  When someone gives you a gift, you say thank you!  The voice boomed back, "Glad to help out."  And then he said that he had to be going and that it was nice to talk to me.   I said, "I love you" and he said, "Me too" and then hung up.  I heard that dial tone sound in my ear.  The telephone receiver stayed in my hand.  I didn't want to let go of it. 

The very next second, Dream-Tim walked into the room and asked who was on the phone.  I said, "My Dad!"    Dream-Tim paused for a second, looked at me very intently and asked me what my dad had to say.  I told him about our exchange.  Tim nodded and said after a few minutes that was nice of him.  We kind of starred at each other incredulously and then I woke up.

It was an interesting experience. Just remembering a dream is an interesting experience for me and to have such a wildly realistic dream too?  Even more interesting. And then when we add in the fact that my father passed away several years ago  it  now hits the level of Fascinating,  as Mr. Spock would have said.  Oh and the other people who he named as co-conspirators in the problem solving situation, also long passed on. Even more fascinating.  I do not know  precisely what to make of it. 

Every time I give it consideration, I'm left just kind of saying hmmmmmmm.   I have had some things on my mind lately.  There have been some worries, some concerns and that's probably where it all originated.  But I have to admit I was a more than a little surprised.  Surprised is the wrong word.  Shaken maybe?  Astounded? Stupefied? Verklempt? Dumbfounded?

I suppose it doesn't matter what the word is, but the feeling has stayed with me for days now.  I know that dreams are just cranial housekeeping. I know that.  I also know that there are dreams called, Problem Solving Dreams where your subconscious, which is so much smarter than your conscious brain, helps you to figure things out.  That is most likely exactly what this is.  Probably.  Maybe. Perhaps.

But whatever it was, remarkably, I am no longer worrying about those things that have been cluttering up my mind and my heart for awhile now.  

So I suppose I can resume not remembering my dreams now.  I can just ZZZZ through the night and wake refreshed and renewed (on the occasions when I actually do sleep I mean) and wake without a single subconscious thought.

For the rest of you, have a lovely weekend and...oh  yeah...sweet dreams.