Two days in a row the dogs have not barked in the middle of the night. The solution: covering their access to seeing out the windows in the kitchen. Aaaah. Relief. Evidently, it's a jungle out there in our back yard, with birds, cats, squirrels and strange shadows. Our friend from Chicago suggested covering the windows, and voila! I am a rested person.
Last night I had a dream kind of like the old French movie "Children of Paradise". I was in the middle of a big celebration, in fact, I was the drum major, and all around were happy faces and confetti and chaos and throngs of people. I woke up smiling. I had such a feeling of joy. I have no idea what it means, but after awakening, I realized I'd had a similar dream before, so it seems it is reoccurring. I guess I've internalized the movie so deeply that I'm now living in it occasionally. Though my dream has none of the sadness, regret, and pain of the movie. What a vacation this dream is, or is it a glimpse of nirvana? It is not unlike the drops of water in the river that flows to the ocean, the central Buddhist metaphor of life. Wow.
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