Dreams
The other night I had a very good dream. It wasn't that the dream was all that impactful or long, but the memory of the dream is soothing.
I should probably explain something interesting. I tend to have full feature length dreams fairly often, meaning about once a month or so. These will be full of characters and settings that are clear and deep as a cloudless blue sky. Like I'm actually there. They are quite magnificent most times, very rarely are they scary or unsettling, but some can be a bit mysterious.
So my dream this past week was definitely in the wish fulfillment or comfort category, and that's the feeling I've been left with. My body knows what it wants and it knows how to heal. It also makes me think I won't be one of the unfortunate 7 million Americans who develop Alzheimer's which is probably naïve but, again, comforting. I remember many of them, or at least I'm able to picture them when I read my writings.
I was with a doddering elder man with thinning white hair, wearing a suit. He wanted to show me around the building and all the antique furniture, desks, rugs and paintings. His tone is welcoming and grandfatherly, it's clear that I mean something to him and so does this place. There are important things he wants to share, like duty and responsibilities, and he absolutely sees it as an honor to pass these on.
I am in a business suit but not uncomfortable, not sweating or panicky. I'm enjoying the tour and the discussion. I feel like we've had a personal relationship and see him as a mentor. His talking makes me smile and I stay with him even when he trails off while telling stories. I feel a distinct sense of confidence and optimism about what I am taking on, and I haven't felt that for a while in waking life. I want to stay in this dream, that's one of the weirdest parts of my subconscious. I tend to be able to recognize a dream and stay in it. I'll have to dig into that a bit later, not quite sure what it means.
One part I remember very clearly is that I'm shown a desk and I open the drawer which is well made but again very aged. I look in and see signatures carved in the wood. I'm no expert, could be teak or oak, I'm not that boring of a writer so I'll let someone else write at that level of detail. I'm told that I should do that as well, carve my name for historical reverence.
I look up and he's smiling, standing with his hand in his suit pant pocket and leaning back slightly in a relaxed stance. Definitely proud of me and proud of sharing the moment.
We walk along the grounds and if I'm not mistaken there were fireworks to cap off the evening. This is a celebration for us but also for a proud nation.
About the time I'm looking in the desk I start to realize, I am the Vice President. I'm not Kamala Harris but I am the VP to President Biden, and I've won election as the first woman President of the United States. And he is taking me through to show me the residence. I feel peaceful because that four year nightmare we had been fearing wasn't going to happen. To boot, I had what I felt like was a real grandfather who was proud and wanted to take care of his granddaughter. That's the best feeling actually.
I'll hold onto this one for a while because that sense of peace is surely going to be needed in the coming years. I want to share it, I wish I could bottle it for you, but this post is all I have.
-Til the last drop, N
