I am a woman of a certain age so sleep is no longer my friend. Correction, I love sleep, always have, but it is now unrequited. I often wake up at 4 or 5 am, after an hour fully alert, I fall back only to end up dreaming some craziness that I recall in detail. I will not make it a habit of sharing these subconscious tales with you, but I had one the other evening I want to tell you about.
I have been on four Caribbean cruises, all setting sail when I still could see properly, the last over 20 years ago. In a recent nocturnal voyage, there was no cell phone signal. I did not see my husband nor could I find my room for four days. I wanted to ask someone for help, but everywhere I I went on the vessel was devoid of passengers and crew. I am always fully sighted in my dreams, this night was no different, yet the entire time I knew I could not see. There is so much to unpack here which is all I wanted to do on that boat but if I could not find my cabin, I sure as ship did not know where my suitcase was.
Why could I see yet I functioned as if I couldn’t? And where was everyone? The only other person I encountered was Dorinda Medley, the paused Real Housewife of New York City. We had one lengthy interaction, then she too was gone.
Some theorize that our nighttime fantasies are not about what we are doing during them, but rather how we are feeling. They propose that those emotions are reflective of what is going on in our waking hours. In this empty floating city I felt alone, helpless, frustrated and visually impaired. At the time of this dream, I was not experiencing these sentiments in my conscious life. Maybe you have never heard this premise about the musings after midnight before, perhaps you have. I would like to believe it is true, explaining what we experience when we are supposed to be resting and recharging. I did not row the boat, gently or otherwise. There was no stream nor merry. Apparently though, life really is a dream.
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