Dreams

Oh, the dreams I've been able to have since sleep and pain meds have been prescribed! Tonight I dreamed that we were playing volleyball - a whole montage of people and personalities - hundreds, maybe. We played with a balloon and it took us many times to get it over the net, but as long as it didn't touch ground, we were OK. Many of the kids playing were young ones from the Youth Academy and many were my colleagues from other non-profits, and others were people from the community or church or neighbors - just people that other people knew. We played for hours with no other responsibilities but somewhere toward the end of the dream, I hit the balloon too hard and the wind caught it and it sailed off and when it did, it turned into a wind version of the ship from Puff the Magic Dragon, and even though we hated not to keep playing, everyone was so entertained by the ship that no one was mad that I had lost the balloon. What a magical game - and ship -- like Goonies' treasure boat. I know someone could analyze these dreams and hallucinations, but since they're not here just now, I'm going to analyyze this one in this way - a lot of happy people with no one rushing to run off anywhere, and everyone playing together, and magical balloons and ships and somewhere close by, a magical dragon named Puff. Pretty happy stuff, albeit created by drugs. Pretty happy stuff. I'll take that.

Merry Christmas, everyone. And the happiest New Year ever. And if you journey off, return to us safely. And if you stay put, love your family and your friends and find fun games to share or a good movie to watch. I watched Patch Adams yesterday. Made me laugh and cry and celebrate life all over again. And don't tell me that whoever created Robin Williams was not also on drugs -- the good kind!
Love,
Lenette