Blog Writer's Block and Strange Dreams
I had a four hour break in my schedule today, and I took the opportunity to fill out an application for another place to live and help out my father by accompanying him to his bank. (He gets lost easily.) I hate the place I'm living in now. The landlord refuses to fix anything, and my neighbors keep having loud, drunken battles. While driving down Sunrise Boulevard with my father, I heard a song on the radio that I hadn't heard for years. I can't post the video for the song here because whoever uploaded it to youtube won't allow embedding. But here's the URL:
All of the sudden, I remembered a dream that I had way back when I was a young single mother struggling to raise her kids the best she could. It was about six o'clock in the morning, and I was in that strange half asleep/half awake state. I could hear music. The song was Patti LaBelle's "If You Asked me To", and suddenly I found myself surrounded by ice. I looked around me, and I realized that I was in an ice skating rink. I've gone ice skating only once in my life during my early twenties, and I kept sliding across the ice on my behind more than on the skates. In this dream, however, I looked down at my ice skates and immediately started panicking. My ankles were wobbly (just like they were in real life), and I struggled to get to the side rails without falling. Suddenly, I feel a steadying arm around my back, urging me upright. To my astonishment, I discovered that the arm belonged to a male type body which belonged to a man whose features were hazy to me. He had a calm demeanor, and I had the distinct impression that he was smiling. I couldn't really SEE him, though.
"Just follow me, Angela. Let me guide you. I won't let you fall."
I looked down at my skates again, and they were moving easily across the ice. In fact, I was gliding, thanks to him. In the background, Patti's voice was soaring through "If You Ask Me To". I felt incredibly light and free. My partner and I even started dancing on the ice.
Then I woke up. I could still hear Patti singing, but I realized that it was my clock radio turned up loud so I would wake up on time. But the dream seemed real. I could feel the cold spray from my skates blossoming up and sometimes showering my face. The frigid air stinging my face. My partner's strong arm around my waist, gently guiding me on the ice. It seemed very, very real.
I'm wondering why I would remember this NOW. That dream took place sometime in the late 80s or early 90s. Yet I remember it in detail, almost twenty years later.
I'm not going to analyze this. I'm just going to enjoy the memory.