Just this past night I dreamed a complicated of deep snow, howling wind, bicycling in the snow and encountering a policeman who asked me how old I was. Jeez. The whole dream was a puzzle that kept getting more involved and a couple of times I came almost awake, only to choose to go deeper in the dream to succeed in getting out of my dreamland maze honestly – not by the quitter’s “wake up cop out” technique. (Although I am the first in line for that when it’s a snake dream.) The strangest thing about this dream, however, was not what was going on, but the fact that I wasn’t wearing my glasses and could feel the muscles in my eyes pulling and straining.

Hey, this was a dream in my mind. Why do I need my glasses. Not only wasn’t I wearing them, but I had misplaced them somewhere in the endless, turning hallways of a mansion-like house. Each time I went outside, the surrounds were more and more commercial and I would turn around and go back in.  I don’t know why I finally agreed to let one of my awakenings go to completion, but it was probably the best thing to do since my clothing had lessened to just trench coat and nightgown . . . and maybe no shoes. And people were arriving for a formal Christmas party.

First thing I did then? Grab my glasses.