What Lies Ahead of Us
Dec. 31st, 2017 06:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thisnewdayThese days, I sleep in "shifts" and rarely dream. Two hours sleep, bathroom, two hours sleep, bathroom, three hours sleep, up for the day. Which adds up to something close to what I'm supposed to be getting, but not the quality, continuous hours that I actually need.
Anyway, during my last "sleep shift" this morning, I had a dream that my grandson and I were traveling through the city, on our way to some sort of party. Right, my 14-year-old, socially-inept and pathologically-withdrawn grandson and I on our way to a party. (Although, to be honest, I'm probably the geriatric version of him.) Hilarious.
So we're walking through the South Side, the part of town where my wife and I lived when we were first married and which has since plummeted into that urban abyss of drugs, burned-out buildings, and drive-by shootings that has befallen cities across America.
Did I mention that we were walking? My grandson having recently, in real life, lost his phone and I, in the dream, having apparently lost my car because there we were, walking to catch a bus in the worst part of town in order to go to a party. Dreams.
As we're approaching the bus stop on, I think, South Avenue, I turn to look at him and he's gone. My grandson is missing, in the worst part of the city, without a phone. This kid whom I'd so often implored to look out the window as we were driving, instead of at the GD phone, so that he'd have some understanding of where we were and how we'd gotten there.
I said his name, a couple of times, said it without hope of ever finding him, as if the distance that had suddenly and inexplicably come between us was all but insurmountable.
And then I awoke.
And wondered if this dream is in fact what lies ahead of us, in our waking lives...
LPK
Dreamwidth
12.31.2017
Anyway, during my last "sleep shift" this morning, I had a dream that my grandson and I were traveling through the city, on our way to some sort of party. Right, my 14-year-old, socially-inept and pathologically-withdrawn grandson and I on our way to a party. (Although, to be honest, I'm probably the geriatric version of him.) Hilarious.
So we're walking through the South Side, the part of town where my wife and I lived when we were first married and which has since plummeted into that urban abyss of drugs, burned-out buildings, and drive-by shootings that has befallen cities across America.
Did I mention that we were walking? My grandson having recently, in real life, lost his phone and I, in the dream, having apparently lost my car because there we were, walking to catch a bus in the worst part of town in order to go to a party. Dreams.
As we're approaching the bus stop on, I think, South Avenue, I turn to look at him and he's gone. My grandson is missing, in the worst part of the city, without a phone. This kid whom I'd so often implored to look out the window as we were driving, instead of at the GD phone, so that he'd have some understanding of where we were and how we'd gotten there.
I said his name, a couple of times, said it without hope of ever finding him, as if the distance that had suddenly and inexplicably come between us was all but insurmountable.
And then I awoke.
And wondered if this dream is in fact what lies ahead of us, in our waking lives...
LPK
Dreamwidth
12.31.2017
