Dreaming.
I think I said that a couple of posts ago, but it’s still true. I have lots going on and nothing. If that makes any sense to anyone.
I think someone at one time or another said, “It was the best of times; it was the worst of times.” I think I know what they meant.
I have everything to do, yet I can’t do anything. I’ll get everything sorted out. Don’t worry. It just doesn’t make good blogging. Maybe I’ll look around for some fun things to post.
This may be counter productive, but I loved the play in today’s xkcd comic:
I’ve been getting ideas for a new thriller lately. Actually, lots of ideas for the action in thrillers, but I need to find stories to accompany the action. I had a peculiarly unusual dream the other morning. It was so unusual that it’s stuck in my memory.
I was walking through a refuge camp next to a wagon. Initially, the empty flatbed wagon was being pulled by a horse/mule-type creature. The wooden plank bed of the flatbed was richly detailed. Once I got into the part of the refuge camp where I was going to be staying, the person walking next to the wagon (was it me or someone else?) was holding a cylindrical device attached to a cable attached to the wagon, and clicking on the cylindrical device powered the wagon. I remember wondering about that, shrugging, and thinking perhaps it was a hydraulic system.
This particular refugee camp had a lot of mud and starving, dying people with flies on them (not a not of flies, but some) and large eyes watching me. After I walked by the starving, dying people lying in the mud, I came to the open shelter where I would be staying. There were two other people there who I knew. We greeted one another. They had a hoist-type device chained to the shelter and raised.
At this point, I woke up. The dream was vivid and colorful (as colorful as rich shades of brown can be) and like absolutely nothing I’ve ever dreamed before.
That quote was the opening line of “A Tale of Two Cities,’ by Charles Dickens, which is appropriate for your time of transition. 😉 Maybe your dream was about the transition, too. You are working your way through the mud to get things ready for others so you can move on. You won’t be available for them to call if they get into trouble, which you could have been before, which means more work for you to get them ready. You’re going to be with people you know, but your destination isn’t ‘finished,’ either. Not too sure what to think about the empty flatbed; you haven’t been overdoing Flylady, have you? 🙂
On the contrary. I haven’t been doing enough FlyLady! I think you’re onto something with the rest of the interpretation though.
As for the quote, that explains it. I moved from Iowa to Ohio just as we were starting A Tale of Two Cities, so I’ve never read that classic. And I got to Ohio just after they finished To Kill A Mockingbird. I think I got Romeo and Juliet twice…
I managed to escape all of Dickens, but I have a couple around here that I think I got in a box of my Grandma’s books. I sure wouldn’t have bought them on my own!