When I was going to school here for my teaching credential, I took a class on dream interpretation from a soft-spoken professor named George Jackson. He taught us the Jungian approach to working dreams and told us to drink a glass of water before going to bed and to keep a notebook and pen next to the bed so we could write down our dreams when we got up to pee.
George said an unworked dream is like an unread letter.
I think about that a lot.
Which isn’t to say I work all my dreams.
Not for quite some time.
This morning I had a dream between waking with Zippy and when it was time for me to get up.
I won’t bore you with the details.
Suffice to say it included
and an LJ friend who recently sold two books.
The dream was rife with symbolism.
And at first I thought it did not bode well for me and my career.
But as I let the symbols and feelings flow and connect,
I realized it was a perfectly wonderful dream.
And not just because it included a tall, super-fast slide.