December 14, 2005 - Tripping on Malarone
Some people who speak about dreams talk about “day residue”. If I can remember correctly, “day residue” is a concept that states that the content of one’s dream is often directly related to the events of that person’s day. The relation can be loose or abstract and does not have to be an accurate account of the day. On this trip, I seem to be having not “day residue” but rather “life residue”.
This past year has been filled with quite a large concentration of significant events, some joyous, others sad, and a few that just were. Last light’s dreams were particularly vivid. Perhaps they were helped along by the Malarone which I have been taking to try to side-step malaria. Or, it could have been all the smoke and fumes from the wood-burning stove. Then again, the stove went out in the middle of the night so it may have been hypothermia that was the catalyst. Whatever the cause, it was once again a fascinating ride.
The dreams have been vivid but many times only had hints of the reality that I remember. Even so, the sad events of the dreams still do sting and for these past few weeks, the sad seem to have outnumbered the happy. This pattern is very different from that of the past few months which have been positive in so many respects. But perhaps whatever is coloring my dreams at this time is finding the small, dark corners of the subconscious mind and shining a light there fore me to acknowledge and address. I suppose that when one is taking inventory, it is important to count every item on the shelves, not just the ones you want to see. I guess I’ll be doing a “recount” of my inventory…no, rather a “re-account” of this year’s events in preparation for the business plan for the new year.
This past year has been filled with quite a large concentration of significant events, some joyous, others sad, and a few that just were. Last light’s dreams were particularly vivid. Perhaps they were helped along by the Malarone which I have been taking to try to side-step malaria. Or, it could have been all the smoke and fumes from the wood-burning stove. Then again, the stove went out in the middle of the night so it may have been hypothermia that was the catalyst. Whatever the cause, it was once again a fascinating ride.
The dreams have been vivid but many times only had hints of the reality that I remember. Even so, the sad events of the dreams still do sting and for these past few weeks, the sad seem to have outnumbered the happy. This pattern is very different from that of the past few months which have been positive in so many respects. But perhaps whatever is coloring my dreams at this time is finding the small, dark corners of the subconscious mind and shining a light there fore me to acknowledge and address. I suppose that when one is taking inventory, it is important to count every item on the shelves, not just the ones you want to see. I guess I’ll be doing a “recount” of my inventory…no, rather a “re-account” of this year’s events in preparation for the business plan for the new year.
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