Some dreams really do come true. I didn't say the good dreams, quite the contrary. I had a dream earlier in the year, about undergoing a second knee surgery. It's always been an option, and a recommendation ever since my initial orthopedic visit about 12 years ago. At the time, I was still uncertain as to whether I'd go through another surgery, even though the first surgery was about as as successful as possible. But I had a dream.
In the dream, I had had the second knee surgery. While the outcome wasn't clear, the circumstances surrounding it were entirely different from the positive feel of the previous experience. I was left in a much darker mood, one that woke me up feeling sad without knowing why. Though it was only a dream, that exact dream mood has been with me from the day of surgery: I can only describe it as feeling "low." I don't quite understand what that even means. Maybe it will become clear in another dream.
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