I wish I dreamed like Neil Gaiman, or that I could invoke the Sandman to inspire and delight me in my dreams, which are often dull. But that’s the way it is. Following are some dreams, to be updated when it occurs to me:
I was walking through the woods, it was a long path, and I came onto a graveyard. There were piles of bones and garbage at the edge of the woods, as I entered the graveyard. Here, I knew, was the garden where I was supposed to meet my friend. The ground was damp and a little muddy.
My wife and I were walking side-by-side through a Pokemon combat arena. The animated monsters bounced around us as if we were in one of those bouncing ball playrooms (like at McDonald’s). After a while, the bouncing at the periphery of my vision started to give me a headache, so I turned away. That’s when I saw the field of flowers.
My wife disappeared, but I didn’t notice. I ran to the field and the flowers enveloped me. They began to grab at me and I pushed them away. They were crowding my desk. Yes, a desk in the field, but as I sat at it, it became my office and I started moving the flowers away because the letters that they were on top of were urgent and shouldn’t be ignored.