To Sleep, Perchance to Dream”

Wonder what Hamlet was really thinking about when he uttered that line.  Fear of the long sleep of death?  Was he maybe just an insomniac…?  Too bad for him there wasn’t Ambien back then, he may have been able to live a normal life! 

Then there’s the line that “Hal-9000” asked Dave right before he “died” “Dave, will I dream?”

Dreams are weird things, and I have been having some really wild ones of late.  Mostly, I dream about work.  Mind you, it’s not enough that I already spend 11 hours a day (I count the hour and a half commute out and back as work too) on work.  Then I come home, do some work on the computer, and read my emails, watch a little news, and now perhaps post a blog now and then. But the ignomy of having to also DREAM about working just really peeves me.  I think I have dreamt of every bad boss I have had over my working career in the last few weeks, and believe me that covers a lot of ground.  But then…there was last night’s dream.

I was in our old house on 8th Street and watching out the door and a train was coming by.  You could feel the house shake since it was only about 60 feet from the railroad tracks.  On the back of the caboose when it passed by there was a banner that said, “It’s not over, til I say it’s over”  The train boogied on by so quickly it was amazing.

I went back inside and the place was dark, and there were cobwebs in the corners on the ceiling.  There was no sign of life, no furniture not a thing moving (not even a mouse)  Then….the dog licked my ear and I woke up.

I get the feeling that this dream is kind of like my life.  I am a reminiscer.  Someone who feels more comfortable thinking about the way things were then about the way they are.  I guess sometimes I figure my life is mostly like the train…chugging on down the track.  But hey….the banner on the back is encouraging!

So, I will keep on writing about the things I like and remember so well from the past, and try and keep it nostalgic, and leave out the politics and problems that we are bombarded with from every side on a daily basis, but I got to remember:  “It ain’t over ’til He says it’s over!”

Now it’s time to go get a little shut eye.  “To sleep, perchance to dream.”  Thanks Will!