“To sleep, perchance to dream-
ay, there’s the rub.”
I memorized Hamlet’s soliloquy for 7th grade lit class. I didn’t quite grasp the concept of suicide at the time. The fact he felt betrayed by his uncle and that things may not be better even in the big sleep, that I understood. If anything I have an irrational fear of death. I wish to be immortal. My faithful parents were quite the opposite facing their respective deaths as firm believers. I believe too but I’m not worthy and that’s what scares me.
Back to dreams. They fascinate me. The subconscious mind at work (or play). I’m going to start keeping a dream journal. See what’s what and see if that enlightens me. I might just create a category and add posts there. Ooh more to do with the idle time of an empty nester.
As always, more to come.