Just after I published my previous post about the dreams of today, I left my house. As I literally opened my front door I heard a neighborhood dog barking. The bark sounded very similar to the bark of Sparky. I know a part of it is all in my mind, something I always think of at first instance. That very moment instantly triggered a memory of a dream I had of Sparky, whether it was last night or the night before that.
This dream was brief, but again insanely realistic. I was dreaming that I was sleeping in my very bed, just as it is. I woke up and Sparky was curled up against me, taking up a lot of space as he usually did. I think I just rearranged myself around him and hugged him. I believe the dream was brief enough that I didn't even get to process the fact that I was dreaming and that Sparky is no longer alive. Usually I am able to do so.
I still miss him. All the time.
It is astonishing how the mind works. I will never cease to be enchanted by the mind. How memory works, the dreams. All the connections. The mere fact that all that is going on every single microsecond of your life. You can't escape it, and you can't control it. It is beautiful.
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