Last night I had a conversation about accumulating small but irreversible infirmities. I have a bad rotator cuff that acts up sometimes, lower back troubles if I'm not careful and toes broken when I was young that now ache for the first hour I'm on my feet in the morning.
A couple of hours after the conversation, I went to bed. I woke up from a vivid dream a little after 4:00am. Here is what I remember of the dream.
I was in a cemetery for someone's burial. A long line of large construction tractors, earth movers and diggers was snaking its way through the grounds, between the rows of graves. The cemetery was so congested with construction traffic that it seemed dangerous to walk about because one could easily get run over.
There were many empty graves that had been dug and more that were being dug. I was surprised that a cemetery would operate almost like an automated assembly line, systematically and continuously digging graves and burying bodies, seemingly one or two a minute.
Suddenly, I realized that I had lost track of time and I was late for an appointment at my office. As I was walking away to head for work, I became aware that I was dressed in clothing appropriate for work, except for a pair of red Keds type sneakers that were on my feet. I didn't have time to go home to change into more appropriate shoes.
I'd never go to work in sneakers or athletic shoes and I've never had red shoes of any kind. In the dream, I thought that the outfit I was wearing might be the kind of thing a graduate student teaching a class might wear, so maybe it would be okay. You know, That Guy in a sports coat, Oxford shirt and sneakers. But then I decided that it wasn't okay to wear the sneakers to the office. I wasn't sure what to do.
That's the last I recall before waking up.
Well I have plenty of thoughts, but I decided this dream was interesting enough to share. You're welcome to speculate or not as you wish. There are no right or wrong answers.