I had a dream last night that has been in the back of my mind all day. I was riding a bike at Riverfront Park in the town where I live around the sidewalks. It was bright and sunny, but up ahead, I could see the line where darkness began, like a line between day and night. I was happy in the light, I had some music on, probably through an ipod through I don't actually own one, and I was enjoying myself. The song I heard was about life and living, really living. When the words about living were sung, I held out my arms and lifted my head in exultation. I was still riding my bike, riding with no hands including turns is a little-known talent of mine so this was normal for me. I didn't think about turning back away from the darkness, I simply rode straight into it and continued enjoying the song and lifting up my arms. But when I looked back, everything was dark, there was no light. I was a little disturbed by this as there was light before, but I wasn't panicked. I just kept riding.
I'm not sure what the dream meant. The dark is comforting to me, like being wrapped up in a blanket or hidden away and protected. I like the dark, most of the time. But still, there was something different between the dark and the light and I can't figure it out. Tonight as I was getting into my car after tap dancing class, I looked over at that park and remembered it all over again. Most dreams leave me in the morning with mere whisps of memory. Some dreams haunt me, this is one of them.Labels: dreams