The Small Object Of Desire And Moon Of My Delight woke up with a start.
"I've had a horrible dream," she said. "I dreamt that I was being set challenges. If I got the challenge right then a small disaster happened and only a few people died. If I got it wrong there was some sudden huge disaster and thousands of people died. And we were running round like mad trying to round up everyone we knew so that if anything else happened we'd know where they were and we could look after them and we wouldn't be having to keep going off to look for them."And you kept telling me off: we only had so much time to find everyone and if we didn't get back soon we might never get back so we might have to leave some people behind."
It's awful when work intrudes into real life.
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I guess we can't turn off who we are; even in our dreams. But I think it's rather sad that in her dreams, theres no way of saving everyone.
And then I wonder, perhaps that is the same way in life too. We can't save everyone, or help everyone. We choose.
Hello Kevin:
This verges on one of those dreadful dilemmas in which one has to make choices, all of which are unacceptable and raise questions of morality.
Russian roulette in dreamworld. Enough to keep one awake!
She needs a cuddle.....or chocolate...or champagne....or a trip somewhere.....or all of the above.
It's okay, the rapture didn't happen.
SX
Hey Kevin, Thanks so much for the email! I've tried twice to reply but they're somehow getting stuck in my outbox. Or something. Ho hum.
No camembert after 6pm.
I'm with Pat - that sounds like a bad case of cheese before bed (too much rum has that effect too)
I have those sort of dreams too, except that in them I'm usually also naked and covered in Lyle's Golden Syrup, which doesn't make things any easier.
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