Who's dream was THAT???
Chasing, running, attacking, defending, fighting, hiding, these are my dreams. Every night is a new adventure and if I'm lucky I awake long enough to recognize that it has happened. Otherwise I awake with that odd sense that I ought to be chasing, running, attacking, defending, fighting, or hiding.
I would describe myself in my waking life as content. I have everything I need, and some of what I want, and that isn't a bad way to be. In most bad situations I can find a way to become content with it. It usually involves distraction, a book, a seat that faces the room without being an active part of the action in it, chicken, Cheerwine, a good cup of coffee, conversation with someone I both like and trust. Content is an easy state to attain, and its always enough.
My dreams last night were different and I awoke in time to realize it. In my dream I had everything I needed to the point that I didn't have to consider it. I had everything I wanted to the point that I couldn't think of anything I might want that I didn't have. (At the very least, I didn't think of anything I wanted that I didn't have.) I don't know how I came to be in this position, in my dream everything simply worked out that way. It was a natural series of events that lead me to be where I was. There was a feeling that went with it. I think it may have been pure joy. It was kinda cool. I've spent the morning wondering if anyone out there feels pure joy in real life. I hope so. I would like to think that such a thing was possible if events lined up just right for someone.
Weird thing is I still feel the urge to chase, run, attack, defend, fight or hide, only now the goal is to acquire joy.
