Dreams of closure

Exhausted from a night of productivity and kick-butt yoga, I climbed into our comfy bed, drifting off into a deep slumber.  Floating through the surreal world of dreams, a mixture of both familiar and strange images unrolled in the TV screen of my brain.  Eventually, I found myself sitting on a bench talking with an old acquaintance.  In waking life, I have not spoken to this individual in years.  I purposely chose to burn that bridge long ago when I finally gave up on this person for being a naïve, self-serving, manipulative, ass.  Early on, he and I were friends.  And as long as I stayed in a supportive role to him and his goals, things were fine.  Then, I began to achieve my own level of success.  In his insecure world, this made me a threat.  The more success I achieved, the more anger and resentment came from him.  Sadly, in the battle between the good person that I believe to exist somewhere deep down in him, the negative actions outweighed the positive attributes.  Eventually, I just gave up on this person.

 

I HATE GIVING UP!

 

My stubbornness, while often annoying, has managed to carry me through some of the biggest challenges in my life.  And whether it be about a person, a project, an argument, or whatever, I hate to give up on anything.  I like closure.  When I add something to a list, I don’t like to cross it off the list until it is complete. 

 

I guess that dreams provide that temporary closure that waking-life does not allow.  In my dream, I sat on a park bench feeding breadcrumbs to the birds.  To my right, I noticed someone approach from the distance.  As he neared close enough for me to recognize, I could see my former friend – much grayer, and a little bit heavier than I remember him, but looking good.  He asked to sit with me so that we could talk.  The conversation was much calmer than it had ever been in real life.  He handled himself calmly and quietly, not blustering as he typically did whenever we had some sort of philosophical disagreement.  The apologies that he should have made in real life were very quick and non-dramatic – which is frankly all I need.  Following the apologies, we talked about other things – travels, projects, accomplishments, family life, etc. 

 

I suppose that my subconscious is telling me that this is the type of conversation that I would LIKE to have with my former-friend.  However, it is not ever going to be.  From what I hear from mutual acquaintances, his behavior has not changed and King Arthur will return to the throne of England before he ever deigns to offer apology for his bad behavior.

 

Le Sigh. 

 

Dreams taunt me.  They offer the solutions to the wrongs of the world, only to be shattered upon the return to the waking universe.

Is it just me?

I walked into Pier One yesterday.  On a rack near the front, they had a bunch of Halloween decorations marked down.  One of them included an orange metal sign that in black lettering showed an arrow with the words, "Tricks this way."

Please tell me that I'm not the only one who finds that pretty damned funny!