Last night, after watching Big Love, and some of the concert from the Lincoln Memorial, I made myself a cup of that oh-so-very-good Sleepytime Tea (product endorsement--ahem--send money) and I took my medication, which consists of 3 mgs. of melatonin and Tylenol P.M. (product endorsement--ahem-send money) I fell into a rare tranquility and oh my, what dreams! And nope, it wasn't the zanbar. I only take one of those a day, and I break it up into quarters as needed. So I don't use zanax to sleep, I use it to tolerate being awake. (pharmaceutical kickback--ahem--send money).
Have you ever tried to program your head for particular dreams? I do. (Lucid dreaming is as close as I come to lucid, folks.) Last night I was aiming for The Blue Ridge Mountains, which happens to be serenity's place of serenity. I must have been a little over-eager, because I zoomed right over the range, and into--the other side.
I've been there a few times before, and it's not called Heaven nor is it called Hell. The official name seems to be, "The Other Side." I visited my sister there before, and I saw her house there (totally quaint and adorable, as she would have it) and she also showed me where my house would be one day.
I didn't like mine, and I told her so. I wanted the eaves to "pop" and asked her about white paint. No paint was allowed there though. She told me that I would have to move in, and my "home" would just become whatever I wanted. It would be an expression of me and all that I hold dear. (I really liked that part.)
I visited my brother once too, who was annoyed that I had taken so long to find him. I was a little too late for a long visit, as he was late for work. (He works at a hospital now.) But he did tell me that now that I knew the way I could come see him anytime I liked.
That was a good dream too.
And last night (or possibly this morning) I visited a portion of the other side that was quite unexpected. It was The Pet Claims Department. It is run by Mowgli of Jungle Book fame, and he still doesn't speak, but I'm happy to report that on The Other Side he is reunited with his loving family, and they run The Pet Claims Department out of gratitude for the animal kingdom who took such good care of their son while he was lost from them.
Now, it was just a little grass hut on the outside, but the inside was vast, and there are animals in there that I never knew existed. A LOT of cats, too. I was approached by Mowgli's father who smiled very sweetly and asked me if I was there to make a claim.
I was pretty overwhelmed by the number of animals, too, and I was confused. I didn't see any of the pets I had owned, but there were so many...so I told Mowgli's dad, no--that I had to go back, and that I didn't think I'd know how to care for these sorts of pets where I'm from, and it did indeed appear that they were in capable hands, so...if he didn't mind? Could I just leave them where they were?
He nodded and never ceased smiling.
"They are well and happy. They will still be here for you when you're ready."
We were both distracted by a kitten who was mishieviously annoying an elephant. (The baby cat was hiding beneath the hay, and would pounce on the elephant's trunk each time the elephant tried to grasp some of the straw to eat.) The elephant was taking this all with admirable patience, too.
I woke up laughing.
Now I have no idea what's up with this recurring dream of "The Other Side" but I do know that it's a lovely place, and I always feel renewed after visiting. (It reminds me a little bit of the prettier portions of that Zelda video game.)
I realize these are trying times for many of our members, but I wanted to share my vision, however simplistic and child-like, of the place in my subconscious where everyone is well, happy and welcome.
I share this in hopes that others might find some comfort in the idea of the place that comforts me.
and love to all.