Skunks in Scarves
I had a dream last night that involved taming skunks by pouring bleach on them, then decorating them with multicolored handkerchiefs tied around their necks so you could identify them later. Bizarre. Then I realized that my dream was really the memory cache of my experiences that day being emptied out. During the day I had watched an episode of “Will & Grace” while exercising, where a character was talking about destroying roses by pouring bleach on them. At another point in the day I remember driving somewhere and smelling a skunk and silently marveling that skunks were still out in this weather. And later I was picking up the house and grabbed my daughter’s hot pink bandanna she had left on the kitchen table. Now my dream made perfect sense.
So, not to let it rest at that, my uber-creative imagination came up with this thought: what if dreams were reality and reality as we think we know it is REALLY the dream? What if what we experience every day is just what our vivid imaginations have pieced together, based on what REALLY happened in another time and space?
Perhaps I need to sleep on it…
Tags: dreams, imagination, reality