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A Candy-Colored Clown They Call the Sandman

I don't have many vivid dreams since I quit drinking, but I've had a couple of very pleasant ones lately. Last night I dreamed my desk at work was cleaned off. In the dream, I had moved a couple of things out of the way, and then I started to move something else but the desk was suddenly completely clear.

That doesn't sound like much of a dream. But it is to anyone who has ever seen my desk. I should  take a picture sometime.
It would be a (now literally) dream come true if it was clean.

A few nights earlier, I dreamed I was at a party in a big house. It was supposed to be for people in the neighborhood I lived in as a kid, but I didn't see anyone I knew. I went outside where there was a pool. I saw Sharon, the girl I had a crush on in middle school, climbing out of it. We chatted for a bit and I enjoyed it immensely.

In real life, Sharon was killed in a car accident many years ago. I wrote about her earlier in this entry. It's funny how someone can linger in your subconscious for so long.

I'd first learned about Sharon's death from Beverly, an old high school friend I worked  with in a University vending department. That was about 30 years ago. Just a few days after my dream about Sharon, I ran into Beverly at Panera bread. It was the first time I'd seen her since we'd worked together many years earlier. It had been so long that when I mentioned the dream, she didn't even remember Sharon. After a few minutes conversation, we both figured out that she knew about Sharon's death because she was friends with Sharon's best high school friend.

It's a small weird world.

Some of you may recognize the title of this entry as the opening lyrics of Roy Orbison's In Dreams. I was thinking about that song because I'd posted a video of it on a friends facebook page. The lyrics are also a pretty good description of my dream about Sharon.



I think both of these dreams are fascinating from a Jungian standpoint. I believe the good doctor would say you are doing some integration work in your sleep.

Re: Dreams

Suzanne I was just looking through the years entries and noticed this comment was still unscreened! Please forgive my tardiness.

Anyway, your reference to Jung was interesting. I once heard someone refer to Roy Orbison's 'Leah' as a Jungian parable. I think the same could be said for "In Dreams"