Day 3074: Death is But a Dream

Yesterday, during Memorial Day in the USA, I watched the PBS documentary “Death is But a Dream.” Here is the official trailer of “Death is But a Dream”:

I plan to tell people I work with who are dying about “Death is But a Dream,” which movingly describes the dreams of terminally ill people.

My life near the ocean is but a dream, as you might see in today’s photos.

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I hope that peace is not just a dream

Twitter is but a dream.

Edinburgh feels like a dream to me now.

Here is the TED talk by Dr. Christopher Kerr of “Death is But a Dream”:

I expect that when I am dying I will dream about my father, my mother, my friends Hillel, Eleanor, Tony, and Michelle, Oscar and several other cats, and maybe some of my patients. I find this dreamily comforting, here and now.

What are your thoughts and feelings about this death-is-but-a-dream post?

Thanks to all who help me fulfill my dream of blogging every day that I am still on this earth, including YOU.

Day 2575: Do you dream?

Do you dream?

I dream and last week I dreamt that I was supposed to give a talk that day about a Tom Hanks movie that was similar to the movie “Big” in that he was a child trapped in the body of an adult but it wasn’t “Big” and I couldn’t remember the name or details about the movie and I was giving this presentation in a few hours and I was very mad at myself that I hadn’t prepared better and then I woke up and I was VERY RELIEVED that the dream was not true.

My husband Michael dreams and very recently he had a dream where somebody spilled lots of “chicken juice” on the floor and he was trying to clean it up and the cats were nearby and he was afraid that they would lick it and get poisoned by bacteria and people including his old girlfriend kept walking through the chicken juice and spreading it all around and he woke up feeling VERY RELIEVED that the dream was not true.

I dream and last night I dreamt that I was at a party with Pete Buttigieg and my sister and I wanted to leave because I was very tired but people decided that before you left you had to go around to everybody there and have some sort of ritualized and elaborate goodbye and I wasn’t really paying attention to the details because I was so tired but the first person I said goodbye to was Tom Hanks and he helped me through the first goodbye, which included fist bumps and saying something that authentically captured and reflected your interactions with them during the evening and then I tried to say goodbye to a group of three people but they were distracted and I didn’t feel like interrupting them so I snuck out and went home and then I woke up and forgot about the dream until a few minutes ago.

I dream that sharing dreams helps us realize how connected we are, so that’s why we sometimes share dreams in my Coping and Healing groups.

“Do you dream?” is something I saw yesterday at MiAlisa Salon in Watertown.

Do you dream? I dream about a functioning adult becoming President of the United States in 2020. In the meantime, I expect I will have trouble sleeping and will continue to have anxiety dreams.

Here‘s a clip from the movie “Top Secret!” in which Val Kilmer is VERY RELIEVED when he wakes up from a classic dream:

 

Do you dream and do you have dreams similar to any of the dreams mentioned in today’s post?

I dream about all my readers knowing how much I appreciate them, every day.

 

Day 2541: Cares

Even though I’ve rarely used the word “therapy” in a blog title, I’ve often used the word “care” (here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, and here).

Does that mean I care too much? Or have too many cares? I’m not sure, but I do care to tell you that I just woke up from a dream where I said the word “kill” (as in “Did that make you want to kill them?”) which was overheard by somebody I knew, who then dropped to the floor  in obvious emotional pain and crawled laboriously away (like a snake) down a hallway,  as her husband told me not to care about her reaction. He said, “This happens and she’s just going somewhere to pull herself together.”

I care what you make of that dream.

Care occurs twice in my photos from yesterday. Do you care to see them?

 

Do you care that I put little “easter eggs” in this blog for my caring fiancé, Michael, who sometimes reads this blog?  For example, this …

… is a reference to our first exchange over the internet, almost ten years ago, when we discussed our shared dislike for beets.  And yesterday’s video stars somebody singing “meow, meow, meow” for lyrics, which Michael does a lot, including here:

What do YOU care about, here and now?

I care about getting to work on time, so I’ll quickly end this post with care.

 

Day 1092: Dreams

Here are some of my associations with “Dreams” on this Monday of the week between Christmas and the New Year of 2016:

• This time of year feels particularly dream-like to me,
• I think and talk a lot about dreams, at work and elsewhere.
• One of my favorite books is Where People Fly and Water Runs Uphill, about the amazing healing that happens when people share dreams in groups.
• Even though I’ve been living the dream of blogging daily for (almost) three years, I’ve written only four previous posts with “Dreams” in the title (here, here, here, and here).
• When I got my first cardiac pacemaker at age ten in 1963, my being alive and well over fifty years later was just a dream.
• I’ve had several dream jobs — including creating the recruitment video for Berklee College of Music in the 1990s — but nothing more satisfying than my current work as a psychotherapist.
• When I was 44 years old, I consciously gave up the dream of ever having a child.
• One month later, I found out I was pregnant with my dreamy son, Aaron.
• Two nights ago I had a dream when I was falling from a great height to certain death, but because I knew I was dreaming, I wasn’t afraid, at all.
• If a dream comes true and I get a call-back when I try out for The Voice on February 21, I’m going to sing  Mad World, which has this line:

The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had.

Because I was dreaming so much yesterday, I forgot to take many photos. Which of these images seems the most dream-like, to you?

It’s always a dream for me that people feel safe enough to share their dreams,  here and elsewhere.

Dreamy thanks to all who helped me create this post and to all those who read it, here and now.

Day 1076: What does that mean?

I’m typing this on my phone keyboard before 6 AM on a Saturday morning. 

What does that mean?

What do you think it means?

I woke up from a dream where Santa was driving a sleigh with 10 reindeer, who all had the face of a high school classmate of mine. 

What does that mean?

What do you think it means?

Here are the photos I took yesterday. 

   
    
    
    
    
    
    
   
What do those mean?

What do you think they mean?

Meaningful and non-mean thanks to all who helped me create this post and to you — of course! — for bringing meaning to it.