Dream Weaver

Dreams are magical.  Dreams help us work through problems we can’t face when we are awake.  Dreams let us visit places we knew as children.  They take us to the far reaches of possibility and through nightmares only our subconscious can imagine. Some dreams allow us to play with our fantasies, whatever they may be. And some just have us wandering through the halls of a school we once attended, unprepared for tests and speeches that will determine our final grade. 

I remember a dream I once had as a child.  I was on a play ground with a couple of my friends.  We were sliding down slide that was in the shape of a tornado.  We all lined up behind one another and clasped our hands around each other’s waist.  Like a train we all yelled “Whoo whoo” as we descended to the bottom.  There was a mud puddle at the bottom and we all ended up covered with dark muddy water dripping off our faces and clothes.  We were giggling and laughing all the while the mud dripped off our clothes.  There was a boy in my dream who was my friend, although I couldn’t recall his name, lying on the ground laughing and rolling in the mud puddle.  He reached up and grabbed me. He pulled me into the puddle with him.  We started splashing and throwing mud at each other.  I woke up laughing in my bed.  Trying so hard to remember that dream.  Bits and pieces have floated away over they years but I still remember the boy with brown curly hair and that mud puddle.  What’s his name?  I don’t know, never did.  I always wondered if somewhere across town, across the state or across the planet there was some little boy, with brown curly hair, waking up giggling and wondering who that little girl was that was in the mud with him.

Doesn’t it make you wonder when you dream of people that you don’t know if they are also dreaming of you?  Do they wake up and wonder who you are? I know I do.