Dreamscape

My dreams have finally caught up to the currently reality. Up until a few days ago, the world of my dreams were still safe from Corona World. I would talk with people other than my family with only a couple feet between us, I would be out without a mask, perhaps going to see live music, lying on a beach, teaching in a classroom, cheering on a team from crowded stands.

This morning, I woke up a little out of sorts – beyond the standard out-of-sorts common these days -and realized it was because I wasn’t able to escape reality in my dreams the previous night. I was stuck in the same socially distant, homebound world of my waking hours.

Years ago, I used to be able to fly at will and jump off mountains for fun in my dreams. I think you call this lucid dreaming; you know you’re dreaming, so you can do whatever you want. I remember cruising through the air high above, scanning the landscape as it zoomed past way below. I would run up to the tops of buildings, knowing I could jump off and it would be fine – better than fine, actually.

I need to get back to those lucid dreams so I can throw caution to the wind without consequence and dance at a party, walk down a beach with warm sand between my toes, cheer on the Nats with my Dad, and be with all the people I’ve missed these past eight weeks. I know those days will return someday, but if I want to experience it now, it’s going to have to be in my dreams.