Snowza

Où sont les neiges d'antan?

Where are the snows of yesteryear?

That's fancy French that I learned in a French lit class in college - my final French class, as it happened.  Monsieur Krell. 

I was in over my head, and had to turn to English translations of some of the works so that I could write papers about the content in French.

The final paper I wrote for the class was about a Greek tragedy, written by Jean Racine (I had to look it up, it's been 25 years or so) called Phèdre.  

It was long, confusing, and to my simple little brain, boring.  The topic of the paper was "Who is the main character of the play?"

Obviously, it's Phèdre, but I made the bold decision to argue why she wasn't, in fact, the main character.  I decided that since he's alive at the end of it all, Theseus is the main character.  It took some mental gymnastics, but I managed to complete the damn thing and I got, I believe, a B. 

He obviously disagreed with my findings, but liked my argument.

I used to do things like that.  I probably still do - but I'm especially proud of that one.  

Although, sometimes it's better to be honest than clever.

I don't really have a point, I was just stuck on the snows of yesteryear in my brain this morning.

I've been having weird dreams recently.  Last night, I dreamt was watching people take laps in a lazy river that was also a fountain and an aquarium.  I don't know how to explain it any better than that.  But it was made of ice.  For some reason.

The night before that, I dreamed that I was at Costco, and that everyone working there was either a former classmate or colleague.  And I was walking the store, at it was mostly empty due to rain.

I dream that one or both of my parents are alive, and I worry about where we are going to put them, now that we sold their house.

I still dream that I am living in my sorority house, sometimes.  And that's messy.

I dream about cafeterias a lot, for some reason.  Mostly, that I don't know how they work, and I'm getting through the line the wrong way.

I have this one recurring dream that I have been rehired by an old company and the first thing I have to do is fix this one thing that I screwed up in my last employment there - and it's always a reporting thing.  I either didn't submit data, or run a report of the data or both.  And it feels so real - I've dreamt it enough that each time I dream it, I think, "oh, this is like that dream I keep having".

I have dreams in parking lots, the student center at UGA, and the downtown area and environs of a city I don't live in. 

I dream about airports - navigating them without clothes, without luggage, without money, without an ID.

I also have some fun, funny, creative dreams.  Musical dreams.  Those are amazing.

But they're not where I am right now.

We'll get back to those some day.

Où sont les rêves d'antan?

Where are the dreams of yesteryear?

I'll keep looking.