Pondering through the night.

I may go weeks, maybe even months, without a single conscious dream. And then I may have a flurry of dreams. Virtually every night. For a week or two. Some dreams involve people I know. But many are full of strangers. I tend to like those sorts of dreams. Because I like to ask questions of strangers. I do that often when I’m awake. Especially when I travel. Because I’m curious.   In my dreams. The questions come. Both ways.  Seemingly routine questions. Sometimes, I can’t remember all of ‘em. But I wake. Knowing I’ve had pleasant dreams. That I’m really being myself. Wondering. Always. If it’s my soul/spirit or my physical being. That’s pondering. Pondering through the night. –Jim Broede