I’ve been having extremely vivid dreams. Lucid dreams. Dreams from which I wake up shaken and a bit discombobulated. What did it mean? What am I trying to say to myself? Yes, these dreams mean something. Yet, I am lost as to what it means. But at least it’s a dream.
The other night, someone asked me what would I like to do instead of my current job. And, I was stumped. Before I would have answered I’d love to be a photojournalist. I’d love to teach film theory. I’d love to write a book. Yet, that night I was stumped. I couldn’t think of what I’d like to do. When mired in daily chaos, it is often hard to dream the big dreams. I can lucid dream at night but during the day, I can’t figure out what I want to dream about.
All I do know is that I need to dream again. I can’t let my dreams flutter, flitter away. Got to keep my eyes open for inspiration.