Sometime after Figgy was born, I dreamt I was with my mom in a parking lot full of cars. No one else around--just us.
She was walking toward me with a notebook or sheaf of paper in her hands.
I'm a writer, too, she said, smiling, eagerly thrusting the evidence toward me. Too, as in--just like you. Yet she hadn't told me till then.
I turn that dream over a lot, like a worn piece of aqua sea glass. I might have been projecting myself onto my mother--flashing forward to a time when I would say to my own daughter, Look, I'm a writer--out of fear that I would put my craft aside until Figgy was a woman and a writer herself, and it would be too late for me, that all I could do would be to show her my notebooks. Or I was processing the idea that my mom forgoed her aspirations to raise her children--not that she was a writer, but that she might have wanted to fulfill herself in some other way. [She did become a school librarian, and liked that a lot.]
When my mom appears in a dream, it's so realistic that I can't forget it. It's as though I am really seeing her and talking to her.
I believe what this dream means is that I better get going with my writing hopes before it is too late. But that would require crystallizing them first.
Good night.
She was walking toward me with a notebook or sheaf of paper in her hands.
I'm a writer, too, she said, smiling, eagerly thrusting the evidence toward me. Too, as in--just like you. Yet she hadn't told me till then.
I turn that dream over a lot, like a worn piece of aqua sea glass. I might have been projecting myself onto my mother--flashing forward to a time when I would say to my own daughter, Look, I'm a writer--out of fear that I would put my craft aside until Figgy was a woman and a writer herself, and it would be too late for me, that all I could do would be to show her my notebooks. Or I was processing the idea that my mom forgoed her aspirations to raise her children--not that she was a writer, but that she might have wanted to fulfill herself in some other way. [She did become a school librarian, and liked that a lot.]
When my mom appears in a dream, it's so realistic that I can't forget it. It's as though I am really seeing her and talking to her.
I believe what this dream means is that I better get going with my writing hopes before it is too late. But that would require crystallizing them first.
Good night.
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I love to try to figure out dream symbolism…I wonder if all the parked cars are the dreams of women who parked their careers for families. I hope you do progress in your writing hopes. Please do. Love, Your Cousin, who would someday love to read a book by Alice Garbarini-Hurley.
ReplyDeleteHi Lin. Thanks for your note, and for your encouragement. It means a lot to me. I also really love the other angle, that the parked cars are the dreams of women who parked their careers for their families. Very wise. love, alice
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