Here’s a very short post about a dream I had the other night. Sometimes falling asleep with the TV on can be really entertaining:
I had a dream that I was stranded on an island. I was looking across the body of water surrounding me. I saw another island across the sea. I wondered if there were people on the other island. I wanted to know if they were stranded like me. I wanted to know if there was a way to get off the island. Maybe the only option was to escape to the other island. Before I could come to a conclusion, I woke up.
It took me a minute to accept that it was just a dream. But I think my brain was putting pieces together and there was something significant to be realized. Which island was I on? Was I on the island that housed the stranded or was I on the island that comforted the escaped? Some islands keep us trapped, and others offer an illusion of freedom. But they’re still islands.