The Power of Dreams

This evening, I set down to watch the Olympics. First, I watched men’s diving. Barely clothed men were falling off of a very high surface. Next, I watched pole vaulters fling themselves into the air before falling over a pole. Then there were clips of runners falling.

Then I fell asleep.

I was asleep no more than two minutes when I began to dream I was falling. I stumbled and, right before I hit the ground, I woke up.

I am not one who believes in dream interpretation. I have never understood who could fall for that. It seems like pure nonsense. Out of curiosity, though, I fell into my desk chair and Googled it.

“You need to be more confident,” it said. “The fault lies in you.”

I immediately felt concerned. Had I fallen into a rut where I had become a doormat? I did not realize I had no confidence, yet somehow my level of self-assurance had dipped, falling to an alarming low.

I think next time I nap, I will watch people firmly standing on ground before I doze off. That seems like the safest thing to see before falling asleep.

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