Dreaming
My mother used to keep a notebook and pen next to the bed so she could write down any dreams she had before she forgot them the next morning. I don’t think she ever researched any meanings for those. She just wanted to remember them and think about them a little before consigning them to oblivion. I dreamed last night I was pushing a big cart filled to overflowing with all sorts of stuff. I was laboriously trying to push this thing uphill with one hand while at the same time pulling a giant wagon filled with just as many things behind me with the other hand. I don’t know where I was headed with all this because the whole dream morphed into trying to figure out how to assemble some new toilet paper holder I had bought. Go figure. I have no idea what that meant but my interpretation of the push/pull thing would be that I need to do better at being present. Stop trying to count on an unpredictable future and stop dragging the past with me. (These don’t count as nightmares but I love the Spanish word for nightmare: pesadilla. It seems almost onomatopoetic and I wanted to throw it in, just because.) Today I looked online for all the dream songs I could quickly find on Spotify. “Sweet Dreams Are Made of This” by the Eurythmics. “All I Have To Do Is Dream” by the Everly Brothers. “Mister Sandman” by The Chordettes (who were, incidentally, from Sheboygan in my home state of Wisconsin). “The Impossible Dream”, not one of my faves but a dream song nonetheless. Mama Cass crooning “Dream a Little Dream of Me.” Steven Tyler rockin’ out with “Dream On”, which actually IS one of my favorites because I adore the line, “dream until your dreams come true”. But best of all, because of what’s going on in the world right now is Pete Seeger singing “Last Night I Had the Strangest Dream”.
Last night I had the strangest dream
I’d ever dreamed before
I dreamed the world had all agreed
To put an end to war
I dreamed I saw a mighty room
The room was filled with men
And the paper they were signing said
They’d never fight again
And when the paper was all signed
And a million copies made
They all joined hands and bowed their heads
And grateful prayers were prayed
And the people in the streets below
Were dancing ’round and ’round
While swords and guns and uniforms
Were scattered on the ground
Last night I had the strangest dream
I’d never dreamed before
I dreamed the world had all agreed
To put an end to war
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