Dreams are a Funny Thing

Dreams are a funny thing. In my dreams, I can do things, like sitting cross-legged, running down the street, climbing huge flights of stairs, and walking pain-free without the slightest limp or wobble.

I can partner dance. I can sit on the floor and get up with ease. I can soak in a tub. I can hike up a mountain. I can paddle board. I can hold a grandchild on my hip. I can have a grandchild. I can water ski. I can do beautiful needlepoint and embroidery.

I can play golf, and ride a jet ski. I can climb a ladder, and paint the door. I can visit quaint shops in totally inaccessible historic buildings. I can kneel down at church. I can spin around in a field like Julie Andrews in the Sound of Music. I can even line dance without losing my balance at every turn.

I wish I couldn’t do these things in my dreams. It all seems so real. It all feels so wonderful.

And then I wake up, and it’s gone.

In my dreams, it feels real. I feel so alive and so connected to the world. Then the morning comes, the dream is over, and I painfully try to get out of bed.

Author: Jan Mariet

An avid writer, former teacher, and ornithological enthusiast, Jan Mariet blogs about her life journey with psoriatic arthritis, ankylosing spondylitis, congenital hip dysplasia, and her battle with cancer at janmariet.com.

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