I dream quite a bit about trying to explain things to people who won’t listen. This is a relatively new development, probably to do with my frustration over my inability to get a larger voice in the world about the things that are affecting so many people.
Oh well. It’s definitely a step up from dreaming about tornadoes and tidal waves. That was getting all a bit too much like an action movie after a while.
But my dreams do take on a certain Charlie Kaufman-esque quality. Grand, sweeping sets, church-like buildings. An air of something important happening. I miss flying, though. When I was a kid, I dreamed about flying all the time. It’s been decades since I dreamed about it.
I wonder if you get to dream about flying again when you’re old and dying. That would be nice.