Monday, January 3, 2011
My First Dream Of The Year
As alarm clock journalists have been reminding us lately, it's that time of the year again when we Americans tend to resolve to do better in the future than we have in the past.
Until these journalists themselves resolve to do better and stop writing the same old calendar-triggered stories, year after year, like so many Pavlovian dogs with so many typewriters (perhaps taken over from monkeys grown tired of trying to reproduce the works of Shakespeare), we will undoubtedly be reminded again and again.
Which means that *real* news at this point would consist of Americans resolving in July to do better, or November, or any other time of the year BUT January.
Or would any news flash about Aunt Maude resolving to do better in May be laughed at in such a way as to immediately expose the basic vacuity at the heart of all such stories?
No matter. However vacuous it may be, I myself have once again resolved to do better in 2011 than I did in 2010 and all the years before.
Not a whole lot better, mind you.
Just a little bit.
And the littlest bit I could think of (and thus the likeliest to actually achieve) was this:
I hereby resolve to dream more and better dreams in this new year.
And although I'm loathe to brag, I think I'm off to a pretty good start.
But don't take my word for it - consider my very first dream of 2011 for yourself.
I was standing on the sidewalk at a bus stop. Two anonymous women were with me. An old city bus was at the curb. As the three of us moved towards the bus to get on it we looked down and noticed a caterpillar on the sidewalk. Being helpful and compassionate people, we bent down and tried to relocate it to a safer place. Any caterpillar might have deserved such care and concern but this one seemed especially deserving. It was a bright spring green. And it was more oval than cylindrical. And it was rather large - maybe 2" across. Alas, it was also good at evading our helpful hands. Suddenly, however, it had decided of its own accord to get up on my right arm and then crawl up to my right shoulder. Once up there, it started purring. I not only heard it, I felt the vibrations.
I rarely dream of vibrant colors. It is even rarer for me to dream of notable sounds. I can't recall the last time I might have actually dreamt of a physical sensation such as a vibration. For all three sensory elements to appear in a single dream is quite remarkable.
Remarkable enough for it to represent a huge leap forward for me even though it seems to have lasted just a few seconds and has apparently been my one and only dream so far this year?
Well... maybe, anyway.
I promise to try harder tonight.
In fact, I might try napping continuously between now and bedtime in a determined effort not to let my one new year's resolution turn to ashes this early in the new year.
If nothing else, that should reduce my carbon footprint (which was one of last year's resolutions that I think I blew by endlessly scouring the Web for ways to reduce my carbon footprint).
Or... am I dreaming now??
*Suddenly wondering if I'm doing even better than I thought*
*Suddenly wondering if I'm nothing more than YOUR dream*
Posted by DJ at 6:02 PM