Some dreams are so fantastical I wish I could stay sleeping longer while others scare me awake. Below, I describe the latter, a dream I recently had exactly as it unfolded.
Stress dreams don't happen often. They can be like poems full of symbolism.
Thoughts ebb and flow like the tide, ponderings in the middle of our before and afters.
Life events linger to sometimes seek resolution during sleep.
A visit to Vancouver amid a heavy rainfall gave me fresh perspective. A lovely chandelier sparkled cheerfully in the foyer of a hotel.
Trees lining the streets were starting to change colour.
The city bustled. People were out and about unfazed by the rainfall.
Purple balls hung in the sky by the Art Gallery in Vancouver.
The art added colour to the gray day.
Strikers displayed their bright signage, too, in hopes of quick resolution. They are in a bit of a waking bad dream, stuck between wanting to work and wanting fairness.
Crescent Beach back home was also starting to look like autumn.
I liked the cooler weather ...
and nature's decorations.
Tomatoes snuggled, touched by tiny droplets of occasional sunlight.
The usual suspects were out and about searching for food.
It looked like slim pickings.
Birds groomed before bedding. Perhaps they would have fantastical dreams of their own of catching fish or chasing eagles.
I, however, prefer dreams of flying carefree and wondrously through billowy skies.
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