Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Dreaming of Amy



















Somewhere between 4:00 in the morning, when I first got up for the day, and now, sitting here a few hours later, I laid down on the couch, fell back asleep and dreamed. No, I don't do that often, but when I do, dreamland seems even more real, more accessible.

I was in a city that I've dreamed of before, but have never actually inhabited in this reality. I know this city only from my dreams. While there, early this morning, I inquired at the house of a landlady I knew in the city, remembering how much I had liked where I'd lived before and was hoping she still had that place or something similar available again. She did. And so I found myself back at my old apartment in an interesting old building, an apartment of hardwood floors and several rooms strung together with a long, inside hallway, each room with large windows overlooking the small city three stories below. I know these streets, have both walked and bicycled them many times, which is something I have never done in real life. The city has an old world feeling to it, but is in somewhat modern times. I stand at the windows looking down. I'm glad to be "home," again.

Then, I'm sitting at an outdoor table with my friend, Amy, who passed on several years ago. The sun is shining brightly and a man I know, but have never met in this life, is introducing me to two young men that we all know I've met before, but because this is a new dream we silently acknowledge this and introductions are knowingly made anyway. One of the young men, probably in his late 20's, has a thick shock of already graying hair and seems shy or maybe a bit unsure why we are being introduced again.  We all know each other already.

While walking by a busy pier of sorts, I see an old friend whom I've met in previous dreams, and only in dreams. We greet one another and are happy to see each other again. We then both move on, into the day and the dream as life is bustling right now and it feels good. The sun is shining and it's a beautiful day.

I could describe this friend to you, could even pick him out in a crowd, but haven't actually met him in this life. Perhaps we are yet to meet. That's happened you know, perhaps to you, too, this meeting people in dreams, seeing them so clearly and knowing them, and then they show up, sometimes years later, in this life.

That dream fades and my friend, Amy, and I are walking down a side street - it's autumn in Santa Fe - and we are making our way slowly to the Pink Adobe Cafe, a new and  smaller version of the older one that has recently opened next door for light lunches. We are going very slowly as Amy is showing signs of frailty and is feeling weak. We don't know that she will be gone from this life as we've known it in just a few short months. She is fighting hard to remain in this life she loves so much. We are fighting together for her, but fear sometimes creeps in and makes for awfully disquieting silences. We sit together in the silence and the sunlight that's pouring through the large glass doors near the table where we are sitting. The dream expands into pure light and I wake up.

Perhaps it's time to tell you about Amy. I've been keeping her story for the right time. I think you're going to like her as much as I did, and do.  More so, every day.

I'll be back tomorrow.








31 comments:

  1. WOW! To be able to dream at all would be so cool. I do but like some don't remember. Used to look forward to sleeping just for the dreams and continuing where they left off. Yes more about Amy.

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    1. The dreams I seem to remember these days are those I have early in the morning while laying on the couch. It's like I've entered my dream chamber.... :)

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  2. What a blessing to be able to spend time with your friend again. I look forward to meeting her...thank yu so much for sharing.

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    1. Ir felt so nice and relaxing. Thank you, Ashling.

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  3. My dream life feels more real than the waking one. Unencumbered, maybe.

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    1. Yes, it seems so more and more all the time for me. Getting hard to distinguish at times, even. Yeah, unencumbered. Good word.

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  4. Each dream is different, as is each morning. And each of us are different each time we meet.

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    1. Thank you for these thoughts, R.W. I like this very much.

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    2. And now, the movie, "Groundhog Day" is running through my mind. :)

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  5. I agree with Ashling above. Also, maybe Amy's trying to tell you something.

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    1. OH, I have no doubt she's telling me, has told me something, has offered an affirmation, even.

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  6. Such vivid recollections of your dream, Teresa. When I dream like this I always feel as if the person I'm dreaming of has come to comfort me, encourage me, maybe just to be with me awhile. I look forward to tomorrow, dear one, and getting to know Amy.

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  7. Dreams tell us so much. I dream all the time, but very seldom remember. I do find it interesting we we dream of someone and don't know who they are...so intriguing. And I do believe people that have passed come to is in our dreams. We are in a state of mind that is more receptive.

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    1. I believe we are more receptive, and as GLD said, "unencumbered."

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    1. ...and notice the words below, which I just saw a few minutes ago, as though for the first time: "If not now, then when?"

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  9. Dear Teresa, I so look forward to coming back tomorrow or the next day and learning more about Amy. Your dream was so vivid. I've read that when we dream about a house and its rooms we are dreaming about a new reality in our life. Does that work for you with this dream? Peace.

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  10. Interesting! I look forward to hearing about Amy. It's been a long time since I've had a vivid dream like those you describe, so I really enjoy hearing about yours.

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    1. I love having these kinds of dreams, these alternate realities.

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  11. Now that I have an APAP, I'm dreaming. I still don't remember the dreams, though. You're lucky!

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  12. This is so interesting. I never have recurring characters in my dreams that I don't know. I find this extremely intriguing. My mind says that if you know them, in your dream, that they must be a child now. You just don't recognized them because they aren't grown. I don't know... but dreams are so fascinating because of this alternative view of our lives.
    It seems that our brain tweeks everything in our waking life into something different in a dream...things not being in the same place, houses that are the same yet different, people we seem to know but don't, etc. And then sometimes it is in direct correlation to our "real" waking life. Maybe we are all dreaming this "real" life. Now, I'm rambling.

    I can't wait to hear about Amy. I love the image of the two of you sitting in the silence and the sunlight.

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    1. More and more, I question what is reality? My dreams often feel as real, but it's as though I've chosen this one in which to "live." For now, anyway! Not rambling at all. We're all just working it out and I still have more questions than answers for which I'm very glad. :) Good to hear from you!

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  13. I dream of a place. It's always the same and it brings me peace. I dream of it a lot, and look for it when I'm driving... Can't wait to meet Amy.

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    1. I've places when driving that look like right out of my dreams, and they feel like it, too. All so very intriguing.

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  14. A Welcome To Amy.I Love Your Dream.

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  15. Hi Teresa,

    I rarely remember my dreams, and those that I do remember are vague and disjointed scenes from which I retain very little detail -- even when I've dreamed the same thing more than once.

    I look forward to reading about Amy. It's clear that you miss her.

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    1. I went through a long period where I didn't remember mine, either, and then lately I have been. Vividly.

      Thanks for reading, Ray.

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