Dream
I awoke at 3:55 am and was immediately annoyed at that fact since I somehow knew that I would not return to sleep soon enough for my required six hours to be fulfilled. Oh well. Nothing I can do about that. So I practiced focusing on my breathing (as in meditation) to keep from getting too caught up in random thought, which is the norm. It must have worked. I only know this because at the next awakening I’m thinking about this dream I apparently had in the interim. I went something like this:
The house was large and beautiful and was on the beach front. There were numerous children about doing what children do in the Summer at the beach. These were all our grandchildren and/or their friends. Everyone seemed happy as they laughed and played. At one point I am outside in the front yard and speak to a neighbor, or at least a friend of the neighbor. He had something in his hands, papers or books I am not sure. He asks me If I had a pair of scissors and could he borrow them.
I go back into the house and invite him to join me. I leave him in what I can only describe as the parlor which is nicely furnished with leather sofas and chairs and paneled walls. Not the kind of room one would think appropriate for a beach house. It all looks very expensive. I go upstairs to look for the scissors which I know I keep in the bathroom conveniently in the toothbrush holder. Of course it is not there. I wander about the other rooms trying not to trip over the kids running about. I don’t ask what they are doing upstairs when the wide open beach and sun and ocean are just a few yards away outside beckoning all little children to enjoy its many gifts.
Finally I find Jennifer and ask where the scissors are. I can’t seem to locate them. She goes into the very same bathroom and lifts them from the toothbrush holder where I had just looked moments earlier. These are not the scissors I was looking for so I feel slightly vindicated. It wouldn’t matter to the stranger waiting patiently I hoped downstairs.
I go to the parlor to find the stranger indeed waiting patiently. We talked I little and I was feeling mildly uncomfortable as when one is waiting for the sales pitch from what used to be called an Amway rep. You just knew there was an ulterior motive and that the need for the scissors was just the crack in the door. Sure enough as I am about to leave the room he says something about an organization called “Wealth Angels”. I knew it! There just had to be a hook. Perhaps because of my antipathy toward all such tactics to sell me something I must have decided that now was the time to wake up. And so I did, leaving the scene unfinished as is almost always the case with dreams. I do not recall a time when a dream actually had a conclusion of any kind for good or ill.
Now it is after five AM and I am waiting for the last few moments to pass before the radio alarm goes off (dutifully at 5:30) which of course I don’t need now being fully awake and once again mildly annoyed.
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