The movies in my mind

I awoke this morning to realize that I spent the whole night (or what felt like it) dreaming so much that I almost felt like I didn't really sleep at all. Haha. I do feel well rested though, so no worries.

I wonder if I ever look like this sleeping woman in the picture here. I have always loved this painting, though I sometimes ruin the beauty I observe in life by thinking too logically, like my thought "Man, her neck is really gonna hurt if she sleeps in that position for 7 or 8 hours straight!" But she looks good...that's all that matters, right? Haha.

I've been having alot of "transitional" dreams lately. And while I don't believe every dream I have in life has some existential symbolism for my life, it can be a telling reflection of what's going on in my life at the moment. Last night was no exception, even though what I can recall is only snippets of details. In the first dream, I was at my friend Bridget's house. I remember in the dream thinking that she looked alot older to me, like she had aged quite a bit. I even wondered if it was really my friend, maybe an older sibling of hers that I had mistaken for Bridget. She had apparently just had a baby and tragically, her husband had died shortly thereafter from some medical surgery gone horribly awry. I felt so sad for her, thinking her baby would grow up not knowing his father and how difficult it would be for her to be a single, widowed mother. That's all I remember of that part of the dream.

The next segment I hardly remember, but it involved me being in some dim lit office space area (I guess where I worked in the dream) and I think my boss was either leaving/going away or maybe I was the one who was leaving for whatever reason. He went into his office to sign my last paycheck.

Then the final part of my dreaming involved me being in a room with a group of five or six people, one of which was one of my clients (in real life) and the other my dad. All I remember is that everyone kept hugging me, sometimes repeatedly, like they were wishing me a "farewell," both excited for me and sad to see me go. My dad was the most upset and actually cried a little. I thought it was strange that he was crying because it was as if he was sad that he wasn't going to see me much, when all I could think of was that he never really saw me much to begin with, as we never really lived close to one another. I think my "mission" was to run in a marathon. No, I'm not kidding....that's the journey/goal I had set out to complete, though not sure why. That's all I remember. Then I woke up.

Wow, what an exhausting movie in my head...haha.