Dream Time
Once again, last night, I had another beautifully vivid dream about pipe smoking. In this case, I was my "codgery-old-self" that I am today, but I was living in the late 1800s. My family was the same, I was still a professor, but it was around 1890 or thereabouts and life was based upon the technologies of that time. I walked to the U. We had a family carriage and horses. Life was slower paced. And, I was enjoying pipes frequently throughout the day... even while teaching, so it was delightful.
In my dream, the feeling of freedom of day-to-day life was oddly beautiful. After awakening, I have been thinking about it in regards to the pipe smoking, and I think perhaps the dream was so pleasant as perhaps my mind corralled itself to shape my thoughts in the dream to that of a fellow in the late 1800s... with no inherent knowledge of the dangers of smoking, nor the stigma attached to it. It was wonderfully relaxing. It also reminded me of a brief period earlier in my life when I did participate in some reenactments from that time frame as well.
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2 Comments:
Dreams has alway facinate me. I wonder the reason we dream.
I dream that found a friend on chair in our shower and she had a bling fold on.
I didn't get up set. I told her to take the big bed and I would go into guest room.
It's not fact she was shower, but my reaction to it.
Coffee is on
that sounds like a wonderful dream.never had one that went so far back in the past..
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