...All That Dreams

I have been woefully lacking these past few months at blogging. It could be I have run amuck with my thoughts, my lack of writing skill, or that I simply found myself busy and distracted. Truth? It’s: D. All the above.

There’s this nagging string somewhere in the back of my brain, towards the nape, that keeps being tugged. To whomever and whatever is on the other end of that string; my thoughts are still too murky to understand so I’ll do my best to write the bits I know. You'll be appeased for today, you nag. 

There’s something about humanity that compels me. “Compels? To what?” You ask. To understand. I can’t get enough of people. (Ironic statement from one who is an antisocial.) I love people. They fascinate me, they intrigue me, they constantly surprise me. I could pull out a thesaurus here... Mostly, I love what drives them. I love trying to understand <--- that. The aspect of 'Humanity.' I love to hear and witness the stories that comprise our lives. The stuff that makes us real and feeling and living. Over and over, the thought keeps popping into my head “all that dreams.”

Last I heard, the jury was out on whether (and which!) animals could dream. I do a lot of dreaming. I am proud of the dreams my brain can whip up. Even Christopher Nolan his'self couldn’t do better. Its lead me to think: what impact do our dreams have? Little font disclaimer: no personal research has gone into this question so it’s all very unofficial. I daydream, I dream at night, I dream of things to come. If there’s a dreaming, I do it. Frequently. It has had huge impact on my development.

Nagging string, I hear you! Here’s where I’m at: We all dream. I feel profound grief at this. My grief is because I have never, not once, realized even the simplest or the craziest or the hardest of us all is human in this way. We dream. These personal voyages through imagination and wonder are undertaken by the man on the corner I refuse to give change to, the disabled man I feel uncomfortable around, the ones who get under my skin and irritate, the friends I adore, the family I love, and the people I desperately hope to understand. I’ve missed a huge aspect of humanity.

One day I will revisit this idea once I’ve followed the string at my nape around my brain and back again. I'll wrap that idea in buckram and put it on the blogging shelf to be cataloged. My only hope is that it doesn't sit there gathering dust.