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When Dreams Collide

It was early AM. Darkness still ruled the night, and the dream I was having collided with an aberration, a rather obediant traitor to my sleep on occasion.

Many of my dreams are bleak and dark, depicting scenes of me trying to reach my kids, my mother, my wife for some urgent reason…an example might help me here:

My aged and infirm mother, having finished her day job for the day, is walking laboriously with bags of groceries up a sidewalk in a big city. She is also caring for my children, and I’m rushing to reach her, to help her with her bags of groceries. I’m also worried about my young children, arriving home from school and finding no one home…

So, I’m harried in a hasty rush to reach my Mom and help her with the bags of groceries, but I keep finding my way blocked by some crazy twist in the dream – I’m on the wrong street… I’m out on the outskirts of town, trying desperately to find my way back to the city, and a speeding train is coming toward space that I must cover to reach the city… There are also scenes of the kids, about to end the school day, but it is a bizarre dream laced with anxiety, fear, and desperation. 

This sort of dream comes to me here in Twilight, and I can make a certain deductive reasoning for the dreams, to remind me of something, to make me feel guilty, to mostly agonize about the grayish tone of the dreams…

So, I awake. I’m all fuzzy in my head. My cat, Lady Gray, is at my side in the darkness, obviously concerned about me, with either talking in my sleep or my movements. (I’m thinking she’s prescient, in my life her form but an embodiment of my Mom…) Okay, call me loco en la cabeza.

Anyway, I stroke Lady Gray’s soft furry back and whisper, “It’s okay, Sweetheart.” As my eyes venture in the dark toward the end of the bed, I think I see Julie’s face in the deep gray darkness. “Julie!” I yell.

I hear a weak reply. “Are you alright?” I yell.

“Yes,” she replies.

Then, it occurs to me to pat my side of our kingsize bed and I feel the lump, the lump that is Julie already back into her sleep… Julie can sleep with the best of sleepers – even, standing up, she has informed me.

A few minutes pass and I decide to get up and dressed. I want to see if I can capture this nighttime episode in a blog…you’re reading it.

While alone with my laptop I’m wondering if Julie might be worried that I’m… Well, I’m not, but I did cry a little when I read an ‘I Love You’ card she sent to me before we retired for bed last night.

Thanks for the audience. I had to get this out of my mind.

Who the hell needs ‘reminding’ they are getting older?

They know.

They feel.

Into the ‘knowing and feeling’ creeps memories and a life not all bad, but, certainly, the edges are frayed.

Life is still great here in Twilight.

BR Chitwood – November 2, 2019

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13 comments on “When Dreams Collide

  1. Great job, Billy Ray. Keep on keeping on.

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    1. Always an ego-boost to hear from you, Tim. Thanks.

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  2. Nice one. I’m glad you got up out of the bed to write it down. Getting old produces the best dreams. Thanks for sharing

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    1. Thanks, John. A dream, it seems, tries to tell us something…they should come with ‘directions’! 🙂

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      1. Or translations. 😊

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  3. D.L. Finn, Author says:

    Glad you wrote it down. I wish I did more. They disappear so fast. Sorry, I haven’t been around, but I haven’t been getting the email notifications. WordPress has a mind of its own so I resubscribed which I could only do on my computer, not my phone.

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    1. So good to hear from you, delightful lady! Know the agony of the IT-World – it occurs to me at times that the geniuses who created the computer-world created it for Phds! Hope all is good with your life, good lady!

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      1. D.L. Finn, Author says:

        Yes, I agree. All going well. Hope the same for you:)

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  4. Gwen M. Plano says:

    You amaze me, Billy Ray, with your beautifully sensitive poetry and your books. I’m so glad you wrote this one down. Powerful! ♥

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    1. God supplies me with the words… Thank you, dear Gwen.


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