I woke up this morning a little late, and a lot disoriented. It’s a Saturday here, and my son had woken me up earlier, then I pulled the covers over me and fell back asleep.
For me, morning dreams are notoriously vivid, and often result in what I call a “dream hangover” – an emotional and mental aftermath of the dream itself that persists for a while after waking. I can’t describe this particular dream without descending into comparisons to a Fellini film (and it did, in fact, have some odd Italian overtones to it). Suffice it to say, it was very, very weird.
As I drove to meet some friends later I wondered how we make up whole WORLDS in our dreams each night. Isn’t it magnificent? Isn’t it amazing? So many characters. So many faces. Such odd plots. Such fantastical scenes. Our brains piece this all together and present it to us, each night, multiple times per night.
You cannot tell me we are not creative. Every single last one of us.
My very best to you! Peter
