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.
