Remember earlier this month we got a new Mac to replace our dying Dell?
Over the weekend, took the Mac back to the techies at the store for the data transfer. The wait was five days when we bought it. Now it’s only 48 hours. Gulp.
True, it’s been a bit of a circus hopping between two machines. Will be nice to have everything on one computer again. But I was becoming proficient.
Felt like I was commanding the bridge of the Starship Enterprise. “Uhara, pull up the photos on the Dell. Spock, hit Publish on the Mac. Beam me up, Scotty!”
Maybe it’s the anxiety of being laptop-less for a couple days that got to me. Whatever it was, last night I had the strangest dream.
I dreamed I traveled to a writing seminar where there were no computers. It was old school, the way we used to do things. Back in the 80s.
In the course of my stay, I ran out of paper. So I wrote poetry on the bed sheets in my room, folded them, and turned them in as my project. My thesis. My magnum opus. And I passed with highest honors.
Read into it what you will. It was sweet and it was mine.
Now give me back my laptop, Mac guys, before I start writing on your sheets too.
And they replied, “We both had dreams last night, but no one can tell us what they mean.”
“Interpreting dreams is God’s business,” Joseph replied. “Go ahead and tell me your dreams.” Genesis 40:8 NLT
Last night I had the strangest dream… Oh, I already said that. Enjoy Blue Lagoon’s fun 2004 cover of Matthew Wilder’s Break My Stride.
Dreams by Langston Hughes (1926)
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged birdThat cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is
a barren field
Frozen with snow.
Your dream says that before laptops, man wrote with his hand, drew pictures by his hand, solved problems with his hands, & created using his hands. Man still uses his hands to do these things – just in a different way. Man now uses the technology to write, draw, create, & solve for him. Whether on sheets, paper,or a computer screen, man will find a way to communicate. I don’t seem to be able to delete this stupid “w” that is following me! If only I had an eraser!w
I like your interpretation, Diana. w We’ll always find ways to communicate. w Now the w’s following me. w…