In Sickness and In Dreams

So this past week has week has kicked me to the curve with some type of cold / flu hybrid. Unable to eat, I have little strength and so I have napped a lot. This has led to some pretty interesting dreams, which I can't fully remember, but it has led me to believe that perhaps our dreams capture the residue of our desires. A type of liminal space where you are still you but without clearly defined boundaries.

You can explore all those secret inklings that would otherwise be frowned upon in the comfort of your bed...or coach, or dinner table (wherever you happen to fall asleep). The sweetest moment, at least for me, is the awareness of being in a dream because you can then control the situation somewhat. You can push yourself to run faster, swim deeper or fly higher. It is this type of liminal space where the heart and mind can work perfectly (or imperfectly leading to somewhat nightmare-like scenarios). Dependent and independent variables are then puppets of your subconsciousness. A type of perfect delirium and a source of inspiration.

In a round about way, being sick has forced me to rest. Rest has concluded in some odd combination of desire residue which have been, somewhat feebly, transcribed into potential short stories. And that is more rewarding than the copious amounts of chicken broth I have been consuming.