Digest for Dreaming

When I was a kid, I used to love to look at catalogs -- Sears and J. C. Penney were probably the main ones.  If I could pick any bedspread on this page, which would it be?  Which outfit would make a ten-year-old look the coolest?   What about all that jewelry?  And how about those toys?  (Who can forget the Wish Book?)

When I got much older, I discovered Architectural Digest through my future mother-in-law.  Similar dreams, but on a much bigger scale. Imagine walking through that garden in Tuscany.  Or that kitchen in the Hamptons.  Sitting in that living room in Manhattan.  If only.

For a while, I subscribed, but once in a period of penny-pinching, I failed to renew my subscription.  Recently, we received a subscription pitch in the mail.  The price seemed good, so I sent in the card.  I've been eagerly awaiting my first issue for more than a month.  When the first of February came and went, I wondered if I would ever receive my new subscription.

Today, the mailman delivered not one, but two issues of Architectural Digest, plus a thin volume of celebrity homes, to my mailbox.  On this gray, snowy day, a curl up on the couch with a couple of grown-up Wish Books sounds just about perfect.

Diet Coke at hand, cozy blanket nearby.  Ready to dream.

Free Wheeling

Despite the name of this blog, Sweet Posy Dreams, it is not generally about the kind of dreams I have when I’m sleeping.  But last night, I had the most interesting dream, a twist on a frequent dream scenario (for me).

Whenever my life is spinning out of control – even if I don’t know it – or I feel that I am losing my grip in some way, I have a dream like this:

I’m driving down a winding road and lose control of my car, veering off the road.  Sometimes the brakes don’t work, but usually I lose control of the car because I am going too, too fast.  I usually wake up before the crash, but sometimes I just wind up stuck in a muddy field.  Depressing, isn’t it?

Last night:

I was riding a unicycle on an expressway.  (Try and picture this.  By the way, my dream unicycle looked like what a dark blue Vespa would look like if it were a unicycle.)  There were two semi-trucks ahead of me, so I decided to go around them.  (I must be a very strong pedal-er!)  Just as I started around the semi directly in front of me, it swerved over to pass the truck ahead of it.  I was forced off the road (pedaling all the time!) onto a heavily graveled shoulder.  I went over the shoulder, into the grass, and was heading for a wooded area.  “Curtains,” I thought, but no!  Just as I got to the edge of the woods, I executed a swanky curve maneuver and came to a clean, safe stop.  Just like that, I held my own against two tractor-trailer trucks and lived to tell the tale with nary a scratch!  Just me and my unicycle.

I think this is a propitious sign!  But I'm not buying a unicycle.  Yet.