Over the years, I’ve asked many people, but no one seems to dream like I do. Most nights I have terribly vivid dreams – sometimes weird, sometimes wonderful, sometimes incredibly sad. And occasionally these dreams seep into my day and for a short time my perspective shifts or my impressions alter.
Rarely, rarely have I had a dream that filled me with awe. But several nights ago, I did. I dreamt I was lying in the grass in my backyard and the clouds cleared from side to side, like grey curtains. I was suddenly aware of the night sky. There was no light pollution, and the entire sky was filled with stars. I could see the tremendous depth of the universe.
While I watched, I noticed a cluster of stars in the very center beginning to spin, and then after a moment, a ring around those stars also began to spin. But at a different frequency. And then another ring, and another. Until the night sky was a mass of neatly organized rings of movement, all together, but all unique. So intensely beautiful and in my dream, I was filled with a pure wonder. I pressed my hands into the cold grass as I was falling forward. Falling forward. Then… snap like that, I woke up.
Fascinating how the mind can trick you. Create a fleeting sense of amazement from nothing. And how quickly it can fade, categorized as silliness, replaced by normalcy. Calls from downstairs for eggs and orange juice, and if I was feeling particularly domestic, some waffles. Okay, I said, and I went to the kitchen, made the batter. Poured it over a hot griddle. A pattern of squares inside squares.