Sunday, September 13, 2020

Dear Blog---Dream Alert

    I think I've read that the recounting of someone's dream is one of the most boring and stultifying experiences people are subjected to.  But some dreams are so vivid and real that the need to relate them wins out. So you're the victim. 

      I was alone and walking to my procedure, and I was late. My appointment was at 9:15 and it was already 9:40. I rationalized that COVID would be an acceptable reason for lateness. I was headed upstreet, either to the former school or the former church, a red brick building in either case. As I got to the corner of State Street and River Road, I saw that the sewer drain was clogged and I needed to unclog it. I went back and found a pair of my old plastic garden gloves. They were light blue. I hesitated to put my hands in them because I figured spiders might have crawled inside, so I just folded them around my hands, reached in, and pulled out an accumulation of debris. I continued walking to my destination. There was a whole lot more to the dream, but in the light of day the details fade away like smoke.

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