Within the last ten years, I’ve had less than ten dreams. Not goal type dreams. Dreams like when you fall asleep and a movie goes on in your head while you sleep. What does it all mean that I used to dream every night and now I don’t dream at all?
I have no idea!
However, I had a dream…FINALLY!
Let me tell you a little something about how I sleep.
Does “hard as a rock” mean anything to you?
I hear nothing. N-o-t-h-i-n-g. If there is a thunderstorm, tornado, hail, siren, alarm, knock on the door, ringing phone or any other noise, I simply do not hear it. I’m asleep! I do not wake up until the morning and when I open my eyes, there isn’t any recollection of having dreamed.
Except for now…I finally had a dream.
It wasn’t a long dream, but it was still a dream.
It was more like one of those miniature .gif images called cinemagraphs. My dream was in color, there was sound and each image was very vivid even though the whole dream probably only lasted ten seconds.
This was my dream.
I was walking outside on the sidewalk. The sun was shining really brightly, so my head was tilted down to shield my eyes from the sun and I was looking at the sidewalk. It was a very white sidewalk without any cracks and bright green grass on both sides.
Then I felt it…
Actually, I barely felt it because I have so much hair on top my head. Natural curls create a puffy barrier between my scalp and the world.
But I did eventually feel the wetness as it ran through my hair and hit my scalp.
It was bird poop from the squawking bird that was flying over my head in the bright blue sky and fluffy white clouds.
That’s the end of the dream.
After I woke up the next morning, I walked over to the big window and opened the blinds all the way so that I could let in the beautiful day. That’s when I saw it…
Bird poop splattered on the window in two places!
I just stood there staring at the bird poop. I dreamed my first dream in years about bird poop and sometime during the early morning hours a bird pooped on my window. What are the chances of THAT happening?!
What does it all mean?
You’re asking me? Seriously? Okay, I will give it a shot.
Yesterday is a memory and today’s dream is tomorrow’s reality, so…
If your means of getting exercise includes walking on the sidewalk in the bright sunshine every morning, you’re going to eventually get pooped on, so don’t exercise.
That wasn’t very positive. Let me try it again.
Oh my goodness!
The splattered bird poop looks like Sylvester Stallone as Rocky with his hand up in the air after he climbed all those stairs.
So my new interpretation of my dream is…
No one can poop on your dreams and make you unhappy unless you allow them to do so. AND if a bird poops on your head while you’re walking in the bright sunshine on a beautiful morning getting your exercise, make sure you wash your hair when you get back home.
I guess you’re pretty happy that I rarely dream at night.