I had an interesting experience as I was waking up this morning.
In my dream, I had been sitting in a darkened berth in a yacht, which happened to be owned by one of my family’s oldest friends, an old gentleman named Ralph (who is now deceased and who never owned a yacht). All of the sensory components of this illusory experience were tremendously clear: the cedar smell of the boat’s planking, the slightly rough texture of the blanket under my back. Suddenly, a beautiful woman entered the cabin, the light behind her white-blonde hair transforming it into a halo that encircled her small oval face. She was wearing some kind of silky, dark-colored robe (or perhaps a kimono). As she began to walk towards me, I could feel myself starting to wake up – an unfortunate and disappointing turn of events, to be sure. As my eyes opened, I could see the dim reddish display on my alarm clock… 7:20 AM.
Now here’s the interesting thing: in my semi-conscious state, I lay my head back down, closed my eyes, and decided to will myself back into my dream – something that I would not have even attempted had I been fully conscious. A scant few seconds after my head hit the pillow, I was back in the cabin, as if no time had passed whatsoever. The nameless woman, without saying a word, leaned in and gave me a long, heart-breakingly slow kiss, reaching her hand up to my cheek. As I placed my hand on top of hers, the air between us changed… small glowing globules of tremulous light began to appear, obscuring her face further. Within seconds, I lost her in the fog and woke up again.
As I awakened, I realized that during the first part of my dream, my vision was entirely clear of the bothersome visual artifacts that have been clouding my eyes for the last two years, and that in the second part of the dream the dissolution of my imaginary tryst was tied to a reassertion of my day-to-day vision problems. Interesting. I wonder what (if anything) it means… Maybe this is my subconscious telling me that I see myself as damaged goods, and that I think that I’ll only find someone when I cure myself.
Regardless, it was still a very pleasant dream… I hope to revisit this ship sometime in the near future.
Note: when selecting the video, I figured it would be more polite to subject you to Bobby Darin than Ms. Carey.
