Dream a Little Dream
Saturday, February 23, 2013
I sat down on a two-seater on a train and there was room to spare between me and the gent next to me. Noticeable room. No longer the squish yourself in, try not to get noticed, please don't sigh and be obvious to show that I am probably crushing you and you want to move your seat, or you get up and do.
No, there was room, and I could feel it and not just experience if with a look. It was a feeling. Air space. And then a surprise happened. I woke up. It was a dream, but it was one of those it felt so vivid and real to me that I was not quite tethered to earth. It felt like I was sitting there, and I had room to spare.
So what that it was a dream. Well, maybe not so much of a dream, but a premonition. It is a sign of things to come. It is an indelible memory etched in my brain. Now that I believe it, I am going to make it happen.