The prompt for this weeks Writers Island is The Dream.  I love to dream.  Problem is (and I have no idea why) since I turned about age 40, I have a hard time recalling my dreams in the morning.  There was a time I used to remember them in vivid detail.  Some of them from years ago I still remember. 

Dreams have always fascinated me.  Probably because nobody really understands their meaning or even why we have them.  I've often wondered if perhaps we really do lead a parallel life.  In other words, I'm here right now typing this......but maybe there's a nether world where I go during my sleeping hours.  And that world is just as real as this one.  Who knows. 

Anyway, sometimes I write my dreams down because I'm happy to have recall of them when I awake.  And I always try to find some meaning or symbolism to them.  So all week I've been pondering one that I had a few nights ago. 

I was at the bottom of a staircase.....a fairly non-descript staircase, gray in color.  I couldn't see what was at the top, but the steps were very steep and high.  And on the floor beside me was......a baby.  The baby seemed to be about 3 or 4 months old, wrapped in a blanket.  In the dream I knew (as we do) that I was supposed to carry that baby up that staircase.  But I was frightened to do this.  For some reason, I thought I might drop the baby.  So my dilemma was to stand there, staring down at the baby and up at the staircase.........and.......I woke before I actually did anything.

Okay.....so what's your take on this?  The only thing I can come up with is.......since I had the dream after I won the writing award last Saturday evening, I'm thinking perhaps the "baby" represented my writing.  My unpublished manuscript.  The "stairs" represented all the agents and publishers that I'm sending query letters to right now.  Since I'm actually DOING something ie: sending out the queries.......I'm not clear as to why I was frightened to actually pick up that baby in the dream.  Unless it represents the possible rejection that could follow. 

As I said, dreams and their interpretation fascinate me.  And then again.....the dream could have meant my legs ached from walking that day and the thought of lugging a baby up some stairs was out of the question. 

Do you easily remember your dreams?  Do you write them down?  And do you enjoy trying to figure out what they mean?

Sweet dreams to you and see you here next time...........