Last night, I dreamt that I could drive. Even though this meant that my vision had been restored, the focus of the dream was my ability to get in my car and go wherever the heck I wanted to.
I felt the weight of my keys in my hand and adjusted the rear view mirror. And then I looked out the front windshield. Everything was colorful and clear. So very clear. I put the key in the ignition and gave my beloved old friend a little gas. Although I remember all of this in detail, and I know I drove somewhere, the location I don’t recall.
I used to have dreams where I was fully-sighted frequently after my vision loss. It has been a very long time since I saw so well in a dream.
Was it a wonderful reminder not to lose hope? That one day I will again see properly? Or was it a cruel reminder of what I have lost? Those moments after I first woke up and realized my getting behind the wheel was just a dream were devastating. Honestly, I’m still a bit shaken from it.
I wish the dream had lasted longer. But that’s the thing about dreams, they end. Nightmares? Well, they seem to go on forever.
