Remembering more dreams lately, a flurry of them in recent nights, as my imagination seemingly tries to recharge itself in the face of objectively dispiriting circumstances that call for heroic feats of imagining.
At the end of last night’s I was, for the first time in years, back in that phantom second apartment of mine, the large space connected to my own cramped apartment where I stumble from time to time, wondering that I never use those rooms. In the bathroom of the second apartment there was a dark blur of movement and a rustle behind the towel hanging on the rack. It was a brown cat, at first afraid and then reassured by my quiet and calmness. I kneeled and it came over, affectionate. Petted the cat as I thought of the unused resources in my life and the sometimes terrible burden of our personal histories.
History can, and often does, repeat itself, but it is a mistake to feel that parallels between things happening now and things that happened in the past make the same outcome inevitable. Dream and continue to breathe, sleep, eat well and exercise, only time will tell.