I HAD A METAPHYSICAL DREAM I had a metaphysical dream this morning. I went to bed at six o’clock in the morning, same as usual, still dark outside, set my clothes at the end of the bed, kind of tipped against a cardboard box. I was asleep seconds after sinking into the bed. My wife was sound asleep next to me. I awoke to the sound of a knock on the door. I opened my eyes. The door bell started going off. It was now daylight. I thought it was probably my sister in-law Nancy and that the time was probably around one in the afternoon or so. I got up, threw on my clothes, and quickly walked to the door, immediately noticing the time was seven o’clock. “Oh my god,” I thought to myself, “Who the hell could be at the door at this time of day?” I open the door and there stood some friends and relatives from Ohio. I told them to come on in and it was great to see everyone. I went back to try to wake Marilyn. She was out from staying up late the night before. I couldn’t get her to move. I went back to the living room and sat and talked with everyone for about a half an hour. I made some coffee to help me wake from only one hour of sleep. They told me they were looking for a place to stay in Caldwell and had a place they had to view at nine thirty. Well chatted till just before nine. I tried to wake Marilyn a couple more times but again she wouldn’t move. I went back to the living room and told them I would go with them to look at the apartment. They needed me along because they weren’t too familiar with Caldwell and, of course, were new to Idaho. We found the place easy enough and quickly looked it over. They then told me they needed to get back to their camp site. They were staying in a camp and trailer grounds near the river- they had brought a camper with them which they had towed with their pickup truck. The camper was already set up at the camp grounds. They dropped me off and I slowly trudge my way up the porch steps and unlocked the door to my mobile home. It was quiet. The highway off in the distance seemed to be devoid of cars. The first thing I did upon entering the living room was look up at the clock. It was eleven in the morning. I figured I should be able to get a couple more hours of sleep, especially it being a Saturday. I quickly got undressed, dropped the clothes beside the bed and got back under the covers and was asleep in seconds, just as before. My eyes opened in what seemed like seconds but I felt much more rested. Marilyn was now awake. She had the clock on her side of the bed, so I asked, “What time is it?” And she said it was One o’clock. It was then that I look down at the end of the bed. My clothes were just where I had left them at six o’clock. When I went to bed at eleven I had dropped my clothes on the floor next to the bed. I had never got up. Then entire thing was a dream. Much worse, I couldn’t remember who they were, but in the dream I knew them well. Then for an irritating second or two I questioned whether I had yet woken up. Could I still be dreaming. Well, you live your dreams I guess. As long as they’re not nightmares, dreams won’t be a problem. What is the word for a good dream? They’ve got one for bad dreams.
Posted on: Sun, 22 Sep 2013 04:54:38 +0000