“Row, row, row your boat. Gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily. Life is but a dream.” ~ Nursery Rhyme
My dreams, or the ones I remember, are either mundane scenes of everyday life, or stressful, complicated dreams in which I’m trying to get somewhere or do something but I have to keep moving from room to room, and place to place in confusion. With the boring ones I sometimes pause when I wake up and think “now was that a dream, or was that something that happened yesterday?” But I will sometimes wake up with my heart pounding after the anxious ones.
In this page I wanted to convey layers of early sleep and falling into dreaming. This is not one of my ordinary dreams, nor my stress dreams. Instead it is a fantasy dream.
First, you close your eyes, relaxing into your pillow. It is night but the sky is bright with stars and a full moon is overhead.
[Hubble Telescope photo of outer space. National Geographic photo]
A wave of tiredness carries you into sleep. You start to dream.
[Ocean waves from surfing article. National Geographic]
A zebra appears.
But it doesn’t seem strange to see a zebra in San Francisco. The moon is visible behind the Transamerica Pyramid.
[Zebra in front of Transamerica Pyramid picture scanned from cover of textbook]
You notice you are in a boat floating, gently, on sparkly pink clouds.
[Vanity Fair photo]
A large bunch of balloons bobs along behind the boat.
[Vanity Fair photo]
Your shoulder is cold, so you tug on the covers, burrowing into the warm nest of sheets, floating gently back into your dream.
Or was that life? Is life a dream?
Thanks for coming on by. Go gently, dream sweetly.
dianne faw 