The Dream
Whomever Sophia is, she appeared in a dream. She is worth remembering, however uncomfortable her memory’s existence may seem at present. We named her Sophia for subconscious reasons yet to be defined.
We stepped into her life. Even if it was for a brief time, Sophia’s reality existed in our reality. Dreaming is like that.
As we entered her body, Sophia was still there as a quiet observer. All of us were definitely confused, dreamer and she. This being the first time we’ve done this other life, at least in this Earthly reality.
We all seemed drunk with confusion, including Sophia’s silent soul. We were in her body, speaking on her behalf. We walked around stumbling and bumping into things like a baby might with its new ability to walk.
There was a small party of her friends around her. They were trying to help her return to normal. Their efforts were futile, at least for a dream’s worth of time.
Taking Sophia’s voice, we started to ask questions of these friends. Many questions on repeat, and enough that they became bothersome to her friends. Tuning into the questions we asked is for another chapter and dream.
We all walked outside where Sophia’s parents stood. The neighbor approached and dropped his chicken on the grass matter-of-factly. He was proud of that bird.
Sophia’s father dropped his giant frog on the ground too with a similar show of honor at the amphibian. There was some discussion between the two men about which totem was greater. It was a show and a challenge of wits.
The dream (or memory of which) ends there. I’m not sure why the mind chose to show me this reality, this episode. It was so real that Sophia’s slurred speech likened similar dreams I’ve had when the subconscious and conscious mind blended together.
Weird…
Author Note. Remember:
MEditate. Yoga. Dream. Enjoy Therapy. Breath deep. Swim in the possibility of __(fill in the blank)______.
signing off and on,
Steph Bird
Birdanity 
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