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Becoming Lincoln

Published January 24, 2013 - 3 Comments

121108_HIST_Lincoln.jpg.CROP.rectangle3-largeI had a dream the other night… a very long, very detailed, very weird dream..  And when I woke up at 3am, all I could think of was “I have to write a blog post about this!  I’ll call it Becoming Lincoln“.  And then I fell asleep.  But when I woke up later I actually remembered the dream perfectly.. and again thought “I have to write a blog post about this… Becoming Lincoln“.

Well… I mentioned it to a couple of people… and now… here it is…

First, let me say… I have absolutely no idea what prompted this dream.  I haven’t seen the movie Lincoln.  I don’t really know much about the man except that he was tall and he liked the theatre.  Oh yeah, something about a war and some slaves.

Anyway… back to the dream…

It was very Quantum Leapish… Somehow I was in Lincoln’s body, and I was aware that I wasn’t really Lincoln and that I was in the past.  Everyone saw me as Lincoln, but when I looked in the mirror, I looked like my regular self… except that I was quickly starting to turn into the man I was pretending to be!  I had lots of black hair, and a beard that wouldn’t stop growing.  I spent my time looking for a black top hat because I knew that I should have one before giving some important speech to a whole bunch of people.  And then part way through my speech I stopped and left the stage to go to the defence of a black servant who was being belittled by an obnoxious rich white politician.  I only make a point of mentioning the race of each person because I don’t think it’s a coincidence in this particular dream.

That’s pretty much all I remember, but I know that when I woke up the memory was very vivid.  Thankfully I didn’t dream of being at the theatre… that would not have ended well at all.


Published March 14, 2010 - 1 Comment

What exactly are dreams???  They’re not memories.  I’ve never complained to my mother about mowing her lawn in March… while pushing the lawn mower…    I’ve never spent a day wandering uptown talking to various people (I think my sister was one of them) while waiting for the driver of the milk truck to finish work…  yet both of these dreams seemed pretty damn real when I woke up this morning. 

So what are dreams?  Little make-believe sessions?  Fantasies?  (mowing the lawn? Is that the best I can do when I’m asleep?)  I don’t really seem to dream of anything that’s actually happened, at least not that I can remember.  It always seems to be something that could happen, like in an alternate world, or something. 

I’d just as soon dream about something real.  Or not dream at all.  But I’ve heard that’s not real healthy either…