W101 – To Whom It May Concern

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.

 

 

For more Writing 101:

Day 1 – Unlock the Mind

Day 2 – Where A Writer Starts

Day 3 – Some Very Important Songs

Day 4 – Of Serial Losses

Day 5 – Short Story: A Letter

Day 6 – Orchid People

Day 7 – Rainy Days

Day 8 – The Peninsula

Day 9 – Coming Clean 

Day 10 – Happy Christmas Eve!

Day 11 – 12 Years Old

Day 12 – Paying Attention

Day 13 – What is Found in Loss

Day 15 – The Coporation of Revolution

5 Comments

  1. Laurence

    Dang!
    Wow keeps coming to mind!
    I am a dreamer and a ponderer so this hit me good.
    Yes let’s keep talking.
    The dream of your brother was so poignant, and heart felt and so real.
    Thank you and it is time to live the ups and keep dreaming.

    Reply
    1. eLPy13 (Post author)

      Indeed! Thank you. 🙂 That dream was intense to say the least. Glad you liked this little letter.

      Reply
  2. Midwestern Plant Girl

    I don’t remember my dreams that often, but when I do, they are epic novels. I’m sure they are trying to tell me something. The most horrific was 2 weeks before I moved to Florida. I dreamed that all of my family and friends in Illinois got murdered horrifically by dark clothed men. When I say horrific, I’m not just talking shot, I’m talking torture. Anyway. After the cold sweats, crying and shakes… I realized that was my brain making a separation of these folks. Crazy!

    Reply
    1. eLPy13 (Post author)

      Oh my gosh I know just how you feel and what you mean about them being epic and unfortunately horrific. Sadly that also makes them easier to remember! But I have had some rather long good ones. Thanks for stopping by as always & sharing & reading.

      Reply
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