Dream of: 07 January 2020 "Sleeping On Sundays" 

I am in the living room of a house where my mother (probably in her 40s) lives. My father (also probably in his 40s) does not live here, but he has come today - Sunday - to visit. He is lying asleep on the couch. I look at a round clock on the wall with a white face. Seeing both black hands point down, I conclude that it is already 5:30 in the afternoon. As I look at my father lying there, I reflect on how much of my life has been determined by the way my father lives - his sleeping all day on Sundays, for example. Over the years, I have picked up habits based largely on the way that my father lives.

We had been planning to go to the Gallia County Farm today, but now it seems too late. I walk to the back door of the house, look out the window, and see my mother and some of my siblings walking toward me from a large, faded-red garage which stands behind them. I open the back door and ask my mother, "Are we going to the Farm?"

She answers decisively, "No, we're not going to the Farm," as if it is too late to go to the Farm today. I am somewhat disappointed about that - but that is the way it is.

    Commentary of 08 January 2020

In terms of my life, 5:30 in the afternoon seems acceptable. Sometimes I think that it is almost midnight, that I am ready to die, and that I will not accomplish what I need to do in life before I die. If it is only 5:30, however, then I may still have time. It is not too late to change.

who we are is a

composite of everything

we have ever been 

Picture: "Clock"

Credit: Steven Collier, 08 January 2020

Donated to the Public Domain

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