Mr. Sandman...

"Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream - make him the cutest that I've ever seen" sang The Chordettes in 1954. Well, Mr.Sandman brought me a dream - one of a man I had never seen. It was strange, so lucid, so real and lasted most of the night.


It was definitely the strangest dream, yet I believe it held a very strong message for me. It was about a man who, when I first saw him, I thought him to be the ugliest man I'd ever seen. And yet, he began to morph and change, and suddenly it was the same man, yet I saw him with different eyes.


He had a protruding jawline, almost exaggerated. And then he was the most beautiful of men. Dressed finely in his Celtic kilt and very muscular. (Possibly due to seeing many pictures of these men on FB). He was charming, mesmerizing and beckoned me to follow. And follow I did.


We danced like children, laughing and playing in fields of green and gold. It was so surreal, and yet he made me so very happy. This went on for most of the night and then the truth struck me as if I had been hit by a bus.


He stood in the middle of a street, beckoning me to follow. I looked up and saw a stop light do I stay or do I go? I stood there nervously not knowing what to do. His smile lit up the sky as if he were a God himself. And as he grabbed ahold of my hand...


I stopped and looked back at all of the responsibilities in my life. I had a choice to make - go forward or turn back. Sadly, I turned back.


Maybe Mr. Sandman is trying to tell me something. Maybe I'm not so selfish, maybe, just maybe I have been bound by too many responsibilities' in my life for so long that I have been afraid to go ahead, go ahead and love and finally know love.


Maybe...