I talked dreams with my husband last night. The confusing and nonsensical dreams that filled my sleeping coma days.
i remember them.
Dreams of theater that can’t finish, of westerns that don’t die, there are big glass rooms with music that never finish, and there was someone who was done and getting ready to leave who stopped to help another person and then they were trapped.
I saw faces of my loved ones. I saw faces that were unclear until I was awake. I saw faces very important playing baseball.
In my dreams.
For my life.
I had a dream last night. It woke me out of my sleep.
I had to get myself up out of the bed myself. There were clothes that had to be donned. Being quiet and fast isn’t easy with one half.
But mostly there was that dream.
There was a school with long, long hallways. i rolled down them in my wheelchair checking out the signs. I read as I pushed the wheel with my hand and also used my foot to steer.
At the end of the dream I was leaving the school. Goodbye to the papers and announcements. At the doors I stood up and packed away my wheelchair, using both arms to get in the car trunk.
I stood up.
I used both my arms.
I want this dream to come true.
It was a good dream.