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Secret Dreams
Day 37, Monday 23rd April 2018
Last night, I slept like the summer. A hot, sweaty, fidgety yet deeply restful somnolence, interspersed with restorative unconsiousness and dreams, rounded off by gently waking to a room lit by cool, early morning sunlight. Summer weather makes mornings feel alive as daylight caresses my bedroom before my eyes have opened, eschewing the battle with darkness and disorientation that the winter tirelessly brings.
There was a powerful dream as well, one which allowed me to wake feeling rejuvenated and strong. It was a vision where I’d acted clearly and nobly to pursue what I want in life, standing up for myself, it was incredibly soul-quenching. It was romantic vision featuring a woman who I don’t know, an amalgam of personalities blended into this elusive character who I can’t quite define, now that I’m back in reality. Dreams like that feel not like prophecies of what I want to happen, but comfort blankets, just a calming experience that reminds me that ultimately, everything is OK.
Writing this article feels gentle, the words have a softness and my focus on life feels shrouded in a sense of acceptance. These pieces usually exhibit me hammering away obliquely at a philosphical point, telling you what to think, or explaining how a part of the food world works. Yet, the inspiration for transferring my daily writing…
