Let me preface this with a little background information: sometimes I dream of ~a man~. He isn't anyone I've ever known. I think he is a composite of good characteristics that I've loved and admired in a whole series of people. He has changed and grown as I have gotten older and learned more and different things. I don't dream of him very often, but whenever I do I am always happy. I think of him as my brain's way of comforting me by showing me the best of human potential. In my notes, I always refer to him using an initial. These days, he is known as G or D, and before that he was E. Don't worry about what the initials stand for. It's just a way of abbreviating a concept that I find hard to put into words without straying into uncomfortable-for-me areas like overt spirituality, Anne Rice, or plain cheesiness.
This morning I woke up dreaming that I was calling G by a nickname, and that the nickname meant "for the peace and joy of serving you" in some other language, possibly Sanskrit (subconscious regret for the fact that I was indulging in extra sleep instead of going to yoga?). "Peace" doesn't totally cover the meaning that I felt the word had in my dream, but it's as close as my awake mind can come. The real meaning was something like, "for the peace/sincerity/contentment and joy of serving you." I wish I knew a real word in a real language that has such a meaning.
In the dream, I used the nickname and he asked me what it meant, and I remember feeling completely content as I told him the meaning. He smiled and laughed and hugged me.
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