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Notes from Garden and Life

  • Writer's picturesubhashini

Am I inside the dream or is the dream inside me?

I awoke from a dream in which I was lost. I sat in my bed, trying to remember what happened. I ran two businesses in different parts of town. I went to the second shop after I opened the first's shutters. I sat down to speak with someone and promptly lost track of time. I suddenly remembered the first shop being open and unattended. I couldn't figure out how to get back. I walked through streets, up the steps of a dilapidated building, listened to animated conversations among familiar faces, and eventually sat on a hill where a shiny dark duckling approached me. Who was this person in the dream? It was both me and not. I was perplexed. I was lost.  The only way to find the path was to wake up. I did and am still lost.  What would have happened if I had slept through? Would I have found the path and who I was?

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