Initially, I was in a car with my cop partner. Suddenly, we were chasing a car through downtown Birmingham, following it until it stopped at a small hole-in-the-wall diner. I was the only one who had gone unnoticed, so the task fell to me to go in and make the arrest. I walked into the diner, and moments later, the crooks were in custody.
Suddenly, I was hiking a long, long journey. I did not know my destination. Only that the journey was to be long. My companions and I made a small camp fire and had a meager dinner. The next night we found ourselves camping in a Wal-Mart. I searched for the perfect spot to watch the Alabama football game. Instead of watching it on the big screen tvs, I had to resort to watching it on a smaller screen. And the cost of a coke was ridiculous - $4.75.
Then I awoke.
And this is what I really did over the last couple of days:
Thursday night I watched Police Women of Broward County on tv.
Saturday I went to Walmart to pick up a few items, and watched football games at home later that day.
And, at various points throughout the weekend and over the last week I have been reading The Fellowship of the Ring - they just started their journey South.
Coincidence? No, afraid not. It happens quite often. My reality often gets mixed with my dreams. Confusing at times? Sometimes.
5 comments:
for some reason your blog always, always makes me hungry.
or maybe it's just lunchtime.
A verse in Ecclesiastes 5 says, "Dreams cometh through the multitude of business."
What you experience is the truth of this verse. The business of our lives lodges somehow in our brains. I can almost always trace the elements in my dreams to what I've done, seen, or thought that day. Weird sometimes.
Owl, I found this post so hillarious... I had to read it to Jim... Do you find that things you eat affect your dreams too?
R.T. - Thanks for the verse. I'll have to remember to mark that.
Kelly - No, I haven't noticed anything according to what I've eaten, but I've probably just never paid attention to it. I do know that if I eat chocolate right before bed, I won't be doing any dreaming for quite a while. :-)
Hehe. Dreams are cooky like that!
I had heard of Pablo Neruda before, but it wasn't until I was reading a blog and the girl who writes the blog posted a segment of a poem. So I looked up Pablo Neruda...and whoa. I loved a bunch of the poems!
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