The stuff of dreams
I had a dream last night which, upon reflection over the course of the day, has surprised me. First off, one of my daughters was in it. So my first surprise was realizing that I don’t usually dream about my kids. Can’t say why that is. I don’t pretend to have the first clue what the whole deal with dreams is and I don’t believe anyone in all of academia knows either, so I'm not going to worry about it too much or try to speculate on the meaning behind my wee beasties’ absence from my dreams. I don’t remember the whole dream but I do remember the last bit. It was the kind of dream that would normally have had me waking feeling exhausted, eyes watery from the tears I felt I should have been crying in this kind of dream, sad and slightly shaken by the experience - even if it wasn’t real. Picture this. I’m trying to get to where my daughter is so I can say goodbye to her. I don’t know where she is going - some sort of camp maybe - but she is going for a while. Not sure why a thr...