I dreamed I was asleep. When I woke up, my whole life had flashed before me. I was trying to make sense of my dream. Figuring out what it meant to my life.
Interpreted while awake, annoyed about this sort of thing, happening again. While I try to make meaning out of it, anyway.
My life in the dream, was meant to be special, in some way. Standing for something or accounting for something of significance… I have ignored this until now. Why me, I thought, not dreaming.
Let someone else do it. There are a lot of great people with importance around.
How many do we need.
This is the beginning of my next short story. I hope you will like it.
Andrea N Carr