The Hole –
I used to hear tales of older folks who couldn’t eat certain foods too close before bed time or they’d have strange dreams and restless nights. I figured I hadn’t read that age yet until the last few times we’ve eaten pizza later than usual. Last night was one of those occasions. I ate one slice of supreme pizza with spicy sausage around 8pm and a couple of hours later crawled into bed.
I drifted off to sleep and it wasn’t long before one of the strangest dreams I’ve ever had began. It involved Sherman Hemsley, yes that; Sherman Hemsley, Mr. George Jefferson himself who starred in the titular role on the T.V show, “The Jefferesons.” (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sherman_Hemsley) I found myself sitting on the front row, in a large church with wooden pews along with a packed house as Mr. Hemsley was getting married to a woman of Japanese descent. The dream was so crazy I only remember snippets. There was singing, preaching, sushi and me thinking; “What am I doing here?” The service, and the dream, seemed to go on forever and then someone spoke to me; “You can focus on who put you in the hole or who pulled you out.” and then I woke up.
I told Beth the dream over breakfast at Cracker Barrel this morning. I like to try to decipher where my dreams come from, what events and experiences contributed to the images and speech found in them, especially the odder ones but for the life of me I don’t know where George Jefferson, Sushi and a wedding come from.
However, the words of wisdom; “You can focus on who put you in the hole or who pulled you out.” are powerful and certainly worth reflecting on.
Tonight, something bland for dinner and maybe an Nexium.
Last night I had a strange dream. My brother and I we’re riding a single bicycle. I’m not sure how we fit on it but I do know I was pedaling while wearing a pair of black and blue tennis shoes. We rode around an unknown neighborhood.
At some point I obtained a piece of blue, maybe a life saver?, candy, put it in my mouth and began to suck and chew on it. A part of the candy became lodged in my throat and I started choking. However, no matter how much I struggled it wouldn’t come dislodged. I woke myself up coughing, awakened my wife with my gagging, who got up and brought me some water.
As I struggled to get back to sleep, and after waking up this morning, the dream remained vivid in my mind. I’ve never been good at interpreting dreams. The color blue seems to be important along with family and a bicycle.
I’ll continue to reflect and try to sort it out while remembering sometimes the dreams we have for our lives, if not held loosely, can choke the life out of us.