It’s all illusion anyway
I remember two of my dreams from last night.
1. I was with my family in Vieques, Puerto Rico. We were overlooking a beach framed by craggy rocks. The water was clear, ringed by a reef, and perfect for snorkeling. Just around the bend was a waterslide I knew Miles would love. I was so excited to jump in.
2. Miles, Denny and I were sitting in a triangle on the floor of Miles’s room, and Tobin was taking his first steps, walking around the triangle to each of us. He was naked and chubby and laughing, so proud of himself, and we were all so proud of him.
Then I woke up and my right eye was crusted shut. I had a headache, sinuses full of cement, a sore throat, and clogged ears. I still have all of those things, except my eye is somewhat less gross after some washing.
My problems are small, I know. My health issues are nothing compared with people who don’t get enough to eat every day, or who are fighting cancer or AIDS or other devastating diseases.
Still, either 1 or 2 would be just fine (though I would be very surprised if a 5-month-old could walk. I guess I just want the feeling). Woof.
