My son had a dream last night. A vivid one. He asked if I would help him put it into words. All I will say is that he’s happily playing with some of his toys. We had a good talk about the dream and its implications. Like all of us we have good and bad dreams. But the dreams we have provide a gateway into our life’s, our hopes our fears. One day soon I will blog one of his hope dreams. But this one is about his fears and clearly he doesn’t want to go back to school on Monday.
A dark cold world. Where permanent winter rules. Snow topped mountains and desolate arctic tundra. People live together in walled towns. Behind the walls warmth and laughter. But not all people are allowed to live within the walls. Only those who fit, only those lucky ones are welcome. For the likes of me, the different, the strange ones, the disabled ones … we are not welcome. We live in the shadows with the creatures of the night and nobody misses us. Alone in the wilderness our punishment for daring to be different.