Two Recurring Dreams

Just recently I remembered a dream that has recurred over a large portion of my life. Somehow I end up on top of a very tall platform, usually made of 2x4s and built like the scaffolding around construction projects in Gulu. Often I am chased to the top. Sometimes I climb it for fun, as part of a game, or on a dare. Once there the rickety construction allows the structure to sway dangerously from side to side. Sometimes there is wind. Sometimes I am fighting on the top. Sometimes my purpose in climbing it is to jump from the top. And whether that is the purpose, or whether the chase continues, or if the structure is about to collapse, I usually jump from the top. Sometimes I fall. Either way I end up hurtling through the air, watching the ground grow closer and more real. Then I hit, and I roll, and always I am unharmed.

Another recurring dream I have had for a large portion of my life is to be a writer. Recently I've committed to pursuing that more intentionally in the coming years.

I had a dream...

that we all shared some dreams. Some were dreams we dreamed while sleeping. Some were dreams we dreamed while walking. Some were dreams we dreamed while working. Some were dreams we dreamed while crying. Some were dreams we dreamed while laughing.

In my dream, our scary dreams became less scary, and our hopeful dreams became more hopeful. And the dreams we really wanted to be true, became more true, because we dreamed them together.