the smedley log - suburban scrawl

Dreams

(Hearing an old song from the Cranberries prompted me to write a brief description of a dream I had last night – well, more like early this morning.)

In my dream, I was sitting with a friend I haven’t seen or talked to lately. We were either eating or drinking as we conversed (the setting, while vague in my mind, reminded me of a coffee shop or diner). In the dream, I mentioned to my friend that I’d had dream about her the night before. It was at that point, in the dream itself, that I remember thinking the dream I was having was the dream to which I was referring.

It struck me as odd, because I can’t recall any other time during a dream when I was aware it was a dream.

Wow, a recursive dream, now that’s cool. It’s the Poe line:

All we are or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

What an apt literary item for the occasion!