Sunday afternoon Abby and I were napping. I was nodding off and on as I read my iPad, and she had fallen asleep reading her Kindle.
“Do you know where Sioux City is?” she asked without opening her eyes. She was dreaming. A moment later, again without opening her eyes, she asked, “Are you thinking of buying an airplane?”
She continued her nap for a bit, and when she woke up, she remembered dreaming about moving to Sioux City and buying an airplane.
It was an intimate, quiet moment. It felt good.
I won’t ruin a gentle moment by telling you about my disturbing nightmare. Have a lovely September.
Every night when I check on my kids before going to bed, at least one of them is talking in their sleep — usually my daughter. :-)
You do realize that it’s really an unconscious intersecting of parallel realities where the sympathetic resonance of one intertwines with the dream-state of the other. That Richard and Abby keep wondering why they dream of living a simpler life instead of their independently wealthy, jet-pack fueled, globetrotting adventure that they currently share.