I had a dream of a waiting room the other night…

There was this stale, hauntingly boring air about the place. It was like…..well…..it was like a waiting room. I have no idea what I was waiting for, but the act of waiting commandeered my dream’s entirety.

Why would someone dream of a waiting room I wonder? If it’s true that dreams are nothing but the usual neurological synapses firing off at random intervals in reaction to our experiences, then maybe I’ve just spent a considerable amount of time in waiting rooms as of late. Or, maybe I’m waiting for something……

Yes, come to think of it, that’s probably what’s happening here. I always DO feel like I’m waiting for life to fall in my lap, waiting for a sign, waiting for something to shake me loose.

This particular waiting room of my dreams held me motionless, except for my head of course, which was free to turn about and glance in many a direction. What did I see you wonder? Yellow. A dull……aging yellow everywhere about the walls. There were also pictures hanging on the terrible walls….but I couldn’t see them. I tried…..but I just couldn’t focus. If I were a practiced lucid dreamer, this might have been the moment when I finally realized I was dreaming. I could have chosen to stand up, leaving my terribly uncomfortable, dollar-store chair and exiting the building, or maybe raising hell with the receptionist. Or maybe I could have taken off flying like I’d done so naturally in dreams before.

But no….I simply sat there…..waiting. No clue as to what I was waiting for. Still, there I was, glancing around and waiting. Even the other “waiters” in this dream were lacking faces, insignificant blips on my dream radar.

I woke up drenched in discomfort and curiosity, feeling humid and confused by the dizzying yellow atmosphere of my dream’s waiting room. It reminded me of one of my favorite movies “Waking Life”. At one point they relate our waking state to being asleep in life’s waiting room, as if to dream is to live, and to live is simply to wait to be dreaming again. Only I was dreaming of a waiting room…….so I was double waiting based upon that logic?

Either way the entire experience was disturbing. I’m typically EAGER to dream….I ADORE dreaming and every hypothetical thing my dreams might stand for! Dreaming is one of my favorite things about life!

So then…..was this dream “waiting room” a representation of my life somehow?

Simply waiting…..waiting for life……waiting for dreams….waiting for what exactly?

One thing’s for sure….at least in LIFE’S waiting room, I can control the color of the damn wallpaper.

At least that………….at least that.