“Last night I had the strangest dream…”
Ever have those dreams where you start in the middle of a story? You can’t remember how you got there or what you were doing before. Suddenly, people and sometimes animals swirl around you. You feel a sense of deja-vu, but can’t quite summon the backstory.
Last night, I dreamed myself into Scotland. I sat in the booth of a coffee shop, looking out over the sea. The suns sparkled on the choppy blue waves.
The coffee shop belonged to me.
I won it with my mad rollerskating skillz.
And I’ve been there before, in a previous dream.
I picked up mid-conversation last night.
A tall lady with brown hair, tightly permed, addressed the motley crew in the shop.
“Oh, remember when Susan won this place? Angus was so upset!”
A white-haired man with glasses and a cap nodded.
“Oh, he was. Who knew she could skate like that? And a Yank to boot!”
Murmurs filled the room. Nothing of interest had happened in this sleepy little place since, oh, the 1600s.
I’m afraid I had nothing to add to this conversation. I still have no knowledge of how to run a business. I am no barista. I can barely make correct change. I looked out at the beautiful water and listened to all the discussions going on around me.
I woke up thinking, What? I like roller skating. I do okay. Still can’t skate backwards or any tricks. I’m a bit more wary about any of that now that I’m past 9 years old. I would like to avoid broken bones, if possible. I’ve never been to Scotland, though my family is Scottish. I have a good relationship with coffee and can make it in a drip machine just fine.
This dream, though based on fantasy only, fascinates me. Is it prophetic? Is it fallout from all the times I watched “Xanadu”, longing to be Olivia Newton-John? Or maybe it’s too much coffee during the day.
What do you dream about?