REENIE'S REACH

A couple of posts back I wrote about a dream that included a date with Bill Gates. Bastard never called. No second date. *sigh*

My shattered heart has moved on, but I've thought about the dream a bit - its significance. How often ordinary things in life get ignored - that if given a closer look, a chance, we'd all be surprised at what we've missed. Not everything in life has to be a big booming Sousa March.

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I take a garden variety of meds - nothing unusual except for Pirfenidone and I've yet to experience any side effects. I'm lucky.

But I suspect a new med is responsible for fussing with my sleep pattern, which is no pattern at all.

I recently had a second memorable dream and now am wondering if the new med is responsible for all this nocturnal activity.

It was an odd dream (surprise, surprise) where I actually talked to myself - instructing myself to remember the dream because of its merits. Seriously - do any of you have dreams like this?

My dream was a discussion I can't recall (GRRRRR), but I remember the topic and maybe that was all I was supposed to remember:

Real drama versus contrived drama.

Yikes!

Who dreams this stuff!

I do.

It's actually a valid and important subject. We all experience some sort of drama - it's a universal law with a wicked twist of chaos. None of us can escape it. But what we can do is control it and few of us do this successfully. Drama is seductive. It drags us in and often wrings us dry of good sense.

Contrived drama is such a waste of time. Its history probably lies somewhere with girls in junior high when drama is worn like a Miss America sash. I recall that each day was ripe for new drama with the claws of gossip stalking the hallways. Dreadful.

(It might seem like I'm being snarky - but I'm not. This is just how I remember those years.)

So, finally at age 67, drama doesn't have a hint of interest for me. Actually, drama hasn't appealed to me in a veryveryvery long time. It's just too exhausting and a gigantic waste of time and energy - neither of which any of us have. Yet, I confess to still being vulnerable to its clutches.

Alas, we all will continue to experience drama as it naturally occurs, but how lovely it would be if contrived drama no longer existed.

P.S. BTW, the photo above of me was taken in 2007

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