We all have dreams that have gone unfulfilled and for today’s challenge I “get to” write about the loss of a dream.
Interestingly enough last night I happened to dream that I had two cats (I actually have zero cats). This dream was in very vivid color because one was white-haired with orange splotches and recessive black stripes and the other all solidly ash gray.
Anyway, apparently I had them but had somehow forgotten that I had them and had left them in a sink and didn’t remember to feed them.
Please Lord, let the PETA people not hold me liable for this dreamland negligence
Anyway, I went into the room that had the sink and saw the two cats in it. As soon as I saw them in the sink I remembered that I had forgotten them and felt bad in my heart about it. The orange-white one was happy to see me and immediately came up to me to do its whole cat-rubbing thing, but the gray one was not as forgiving. And that bothered me.
I was genuinely sorry for being negligent but to just snub me… Now I was a bit miffed at the cat. So I decided to try and make amends by feeding and petting them. Orange-white was cool with everything but Ash-gray had cut me off. Dream over.
No animals were harmed in the dreaming of the aforementioned dream
That wasn’t the loss of a dream I intended to write about however, I originally intended to write about the loss of my ballet dancing dream because of my genetic blessing.
Do I regret not becoming a ballet dancer? Actually, no. I have since learned that ballet itself bores me, perhaps because I would rather be a participant than a spectator.
Or perhaps it’s a self-protective mechanism for coping with the loss of that particular dream.