I just woke up from a dream so powerful that I had that i had to write it down to share. The dream involved working
somewhere where some of the people with whom I worked in my 30s at startups in Northern California were still around.
There had been a wedding for one of my crew. I went on an emotional bender and failed to show up for work or call in sick for several days.
I suddenly found myself stuffing a time sheet taking those days as vacation into a cigarette box even though I have never smoked with a note explaining that the wedding brought memories of the best years of our lives, long but rewarding hours, first houses, children, happy marriages. (Best years of my life in spite of not yet being rich.) Somehow, I had a few inches of movie film with those positive memories to put into it for mailing (you know with stamps). The Jim Croce song "Photographs and Memories" was the sound track.
Verse 1]
Photographs and memories
Christmas cards you sent to me
All that I have are these
To remember you
[Verse 2]
Memories that come at night
Take me to another time
Back to a happier day
When I called you mine