W101 – To Whom It May Concern
Day Fourteen: To Whom It May Concern
Today’s Prompt: Pick up the nearest book and flip to page 29. What’s the first word that jumps off the page? Use this word as your springboard for inspiration. If you need a boost, Google the word and see what images appear, and then go from there.
Today’s twist: write the post in the form of a letter.
Note: The word that jumped out at me on page 29 of “Ishmael”, a novel by Daniel Quinn, given to me by my little brother years ago, was dream.
To Whom It May Concern:
“One can sleep in a dream, even have dreams in a dream.”
You make me wonder if we’ve been waiting for this dream all along and yet maybe it’s what we’ve been living. Loosely, and perhaps instinctually, we think of dreams as dreamy; this thing that is wonderful, you dreamt of your wedding day, your first child, your first house, car, graduation day, or the man/woman of your dreams. But in actuality, dreams are never just that, they’re never bound to one definition. Don’t you agree?
I’ve had a lot of dreams that are quite terrible when I think about it. There have been dreams about people breaking into my house, pounding on my door in the middle of the night after they’ve supernaturally raced up the street from the town below when they saw me watching them from my window atop a mountain I do not live on. I’ve even dreamt about people I love being killed; my dreams have not always been made of the stuff that dreams are made of. Are yours?
But scary, horrible dreams aren’t my point. No my point is that I’m not so sure we even understand what a dream is, or can accurately define life as not being part of a dream. Have you ever woke up from a dream and wondered if that was just a dream, that knock on the door, or if someone had really knocked? Or have you woke up and wished everything you’d just dreamt was real? I dreamt once my brother had died – which he had – but in the dream he suddenly came back to life. I embraced him exactly as I would if he came back to us now, everything about it felt real. His reaction felt real, he seemed taken back that I was so elated to see him. (You see he and I weren’t exactly close.) I couldn’t wait for everyone to come see that he was back, that was very real to me too. When I woke up I wanted to go back to that feeling and have it all over again and again.
And so I’ve been thinking about you, you and all your dreams. I know you’ve suffered some losses, been sort of down, but knowing you you’re still full of faith that things will turn around. I guess I thought it’d be a good idea to reach out to you, you know I felt compelled while thinking about dreams. Would it be wrong of me to say – joke a little – that maybe you’re just dreaming all the downs but living all the ups? Or do you think it’s the other way around: dreaming the ups and living the downs? The logic could go: To sleep is to be alive and to dream is to be alive. Therefore to dream is to live. Or is this a fallacy? So in essence you’re dreaming as long as you’re living, right? I mean, what do you do with this?
I’ll be honest, it wasn’t just that I was compelled to write you, I didn’t know who else to talk to about this. Please don’t take offense, you’re not a desperate resource, more like a place to go when I’m lost. I know we haven’t really talked about any of this for a long time, you know the whole dreaming thing, but I’m thinking we should again, you know, that we should talk about all of this. What I’m trying to say is, we should never forget to dream…
Let’s talk soon.
From Whom It Concerned.