I woke this afternoon from a nap of such a resting magnitude; it was hard to bring myself to the fact of needing to be of the world again.
It is irrelevant what the dream was composed of; just images to be washed away with the water of wakefulness. The part of which I so wanted to hold onto was the feeling of physical ability; the ability to walk around without concern for pain, the ability to do a job I used to do quite well, and to be able to socialize and truly feel happy.
I was able to wear clothes I dearly love, but which I haven’t worn in over 5 years due to my illnesses keeping me in the house. I was able to use my mind to interact with the customers who were famous, but as my normal real life persona would have done, I just chatted and joked with them, and then left without making a big deal of who they were. A couple of men I know in real life, but can’t recall right now, were helping me redesign part of a store. They had respect for me, and we were all working as equals.
Strength, joie de vivre, and happiness were mine for a short while. Then, along came the water: gently washing my chalk painting away, yet throwing me to shore with the strength of a tsunami. Since I am not afraid of water, but cherish it and understand it, I look forward to the next wave into the dreamland of my mind.
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