Thursday, February 27, 2014

In One Universe

I don't usually care much for my dreams. The happy ones tend to be flat and illogical and the vivid, realistic ones are almost always nightmares. Last night, though, I had one that wasn't really either of those things. And it made me stop and wonder.

It involved things I was planning on doing for a long time, but then decided against and was grateful I did so. Some things I am currently planning on doing. And also, some things that I didn't do, but wish I had done.

Only in my dream, these things were all wrapped together in one, concurrent universe. I can't really describe it, because parts of it were rather graphic. I will at least tell you, though, that it involved the Gulf of Aqaba, a girl who tutored me in a subject I was very bad at my junior year of college and who I had a terrible crush on but never asked out because I figured she thought I was retarded, and a Nimitz-Class aircraft carrier.

That's right.

It was very strange.

Even though it was a universe that never existed all at once, I can't help but feel that––in some distorted way––it's my mind mirroring the spot where I am right now. Kind of at a place where whatever is behind me up till now doesn't really mean much or have much connection to the present, and a lot of different paths are in front of me, but somehow I feel like they all lead to the same place.

Complete unknown.

Anyway, sorry for the pseudo-prescient mind journey thing. You should read some Frank Herbert. He does a better job at it than me.

I guess the real, main reason I started this post was because I'd like to tell you about my dream. I just can't find a way to do it tastefully. Alternately, I'd like to tell you about my life, but I can't really think of a way to do that tastefully either.

So for now, it's back to waiting.


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