Friday, June 12, 2015

A Dream Word


I’m sure that I have written on dreams and why I dismiss them immediately as being fiction and nothing of consequence. Forget them. Waking is a pleasure.
Then there is the matter of small problems becoming major ones in one’s dreams and night-time thoughts. Forget them. Waking is a relief.
My dreams often make me run things, usually way beyond my natural abilities - which is stressful. There again, forget the dream. It is a pleasure to get rid of them on waking and return to a simpler life.
But I have occasionally made a point of remembering a funny dream to tell and laugh about.
And a recent dream was interesting enough to remember. In it I was reading the headline of an obituary concerning a foreign lady (I think American) who had been living in England. It was such a simple line, and said it all so succinctly.
SHE WAS OUTLIVED BY HER CHARITABLE WORK IN BRITAIN.
How could that description be bettered with more words? “Outlived by her charitable work”. How nice.
But who wrote that obituary headline? I was full of admiration for the anonymous scribe.
And yet… It was my dream.  


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