Dreams for the First Day of Spring

Our redbud tree's blossoms were terrific this year. Redbud is the state tree of Oklahoma.
Our redbud tree’s blossoms were terrific this year. Redbud is the state tree of Oklahoma.

I have been deluged with ultra-vivid dreams lately. It might have something to do with Sierra the Chihuahua, who is restless in our bed lately, waking us up more than a few times at night.

Sierra the Chihuahua tries to look charming on one of Abby's afghans last week.
Sierra the Chihuahua tries to look charming on one of Abby’s afghans last week.

If your think this is you, it is. If not, disregard: even though I will probably never see you again, I dreamed about you last night, particularly about your hands.

These dreams have had vivid tastes and colors in them, and have been particularly complex. In one, I was in a death race to climb stairs in a glass skyscraper, with Old Ben Kenobi on my team, and young Obi Wan Kenobi shooting aluminum arrows at us. In another, I was choosing different colors and flavors of butter.

Tonight was my annual brush pile burning night as well. Abby and I had some pizza, then at dusk I lit the pile. I made a point over the past year to make a taller, tighter pile, so when I burned it tonight, it burned fast and evenly. Over the two hours or so it took, I listened to my iPod and thought about, well, everyone and everything.

The moon and stars shine over my orchard as I burn my brush pile. The night was still and cold, and I felt so happy to be out there.
The moon and stars shine over my orchard as I burn my brush pile. The night was still and cold, and I felt so happy to be out there.

3 Comments

  1. Sierra succeeds.

    I too have been experiencing a spate of particularly vivid dreams. Laura Dern projectile vomiting blood as we co-starred in a horror movie shot on an abandoned school bus?!?

  2. Then last night dreamed I repeatedly revived a guy who was having heart attacks, only to be scheduled to fight him to the death the next day. I injected epi and atropine directly into his heart.

  3. I love that brush pile image. Remember very distinctly attending one a couple of years ago on a very cold night in January. Also, a nice line on which to end this entry. Thinking of everyone and everything.

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