Dream Theater

 

It’s the rare morning I get to sleep in.  When I do there is invariably a panoply of dreams that pull me along into the odd and wondrous places of my unconscious mind.  This morning was no different in this regard but then something happened to bring my dreaming to an end that has never happened before.  

As I started to surface into wakefulness I suddenly saw an elderly man in a tuxedo with tails standing between two large red doors.  Behind him was a magnificent theater with rows and rows of crushed velvet seats facing a large wooden stage with the curtains closed.  He bowed to me as his arms reached out to bring the doors together, closing the theater and leaving me alone in the foyer.  

I understood that he was telling me that dream time was over and it was time to wake up.  And then I woke up.

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