It is Sunday morning and the world is stretching and yawning and rubbing the sleep out of its eyes. I have not even gotten that far yet.
It’s only 9 AM and already the world is passing me by.
Just before I woke up this morning, I was dreaming that it was still the Christmas holiday and that I didn’t have anywhere I needed to be or anything I needed to get done.
Imagine my surprise and disappointment when I awoke and realized that there were places I need to be and things I need to get done. Sometimes I’m not sure dreams are all they’re cracked up to be. Sure, they’re nice places to escape from reality for awhile, but like a good book, they always end and then deposit you right back in the real world from whence we came. Which in turn (prepare yourselves … this is a multi-layer metaphor) is like an amusement park ride. It’s fun, thrilling, exciting, exhilarating … for about 2 minutes, and then you’re right back on the ground trying to decide if you want to stand in that long line to do it again.
Perhaps it would be better if we didn’t dream at all and so when our eyes popped open in the morning, there were no expectation or prejudices about what the day will be bringing us.
On the other hand, what fun is life without the occasional good book, cozy dream, or roller coaster ride?