Predicting tomorrow

I need more time to be quite and creative and aware. I need time to get back in touch and step away from the rigid, scheduled and anxiously meaningless actions I seem to be caught in.

A few nights ago I dreamed that I was in a broken down grade school somewhere in Africa. The children surrounded me, tugging at me. The colors were vivid, orange and green and yellow and brown. Tall women beckoned me to admire their handmade crafts. I held one between my fingers, fondling it and decided I would purchase it. But before I did so, I opened up my notepad and started to write about what was happening around me. I was taking notes.

I woke up confused, but delighted by the sensation left with me in my waking.

I went to class and my professor showed us this: win a trip

Perhaps I'm the only one who will ever think my dream was a push. But, I am applying, and just maybe I'll go.



"Dreams seem to take the material from the past, the present and the future. Almost as though the dream maker has no time-space relationship but rather can travel in any direction - pas,t present, or future."