Dreams
- Small Offerings
- Oct 22, 2020
- 2 min read
Thursday 22nd October, 2020
I have been trying all day to remember last night's dreams. I woke at 2am and said to myself 'remember that: it was good.' I should have written it down but did not. So I have forgotten it/them but am pleased I recall that it/they was positive. I remember as a 1960s teenager that we were advised by trendy psychologists to write our dreams down. We were supposed to get in to the habit. Then the dreams could be analysed or at least our subconscious could be cleared of them. I wonder where my book of dreams is now!
I walked to the church in the hope of a service but the priest was still unwell. So three of us sat in silence together for half an hour. It was cathartic, comforting and gave a sense of communal care and solidarity. Afterwards one of the parishioners gave me more apples. I will stew them tomorrow.
I then went to have a breakfast picnic. Hot coffee from a thermos flask, warm sausages and French mustard and smoked salmon sandwiches...almost a dream come true. Delicious and my friend and I discussed dreams and the part they play in life and indeed in the Bible also. She has major insights and sees auras and divines happenings and emotions and incidents. The human is amazing.
A Tesco delivery arrived at midday. The delivery man put them in the hall fearful of Covid. Nothing very exciting in the delivery apart from the ingredients for the Christmas cakes and puddings. I did note that some Scottish medical man told us to prepare for a digital Christmas not a family one!!
Finally I drove to Dundee. I bought a pair of glasses from the Pound Shop...I had sat on my pair! I also bought a packet of envelopes as I am a letter writer. Then on to my allotment friend with the AGA. All legal, all distanced, all masked and then cutting up and stewing six pounds of wild apples. They are dripping through a jam bag over night. I will go over tomorrow and make the lavender and apple jelly.
Now I am wrestling with the window cleaners! Two of us were in the house between midday and 2pm. Neither of us saw or heard a window cleaner. I was in a room with a window and no one came. The other occupant also sat in a windowed room and no cleaner came, yet a note through the door claimed that all the windows had been cleaned. I have just telephone the telephone number left on the note to say my piece! So frustrating as they did not need cleaning anyway.
Life has a habit of being life. Dreams have the habit of being dreams. That is as it is and that is how we have to deal with it. I need a spoon of my lavender and apple jelly elixir. Actually I shall now cook supper! I dream of cheese cake but there is none. So I shall dream on.
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