A Strange Dream

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 I had a dream the other night, and the only reason I can think of for having it is to say something about it.  I was on a flight to a destination where families might go, like to a Disney park.  I was in the very front row of first class.  There was lots of leg room.  I stretched out and for whatever reason I had in my dream, I was sitting there smoking my pipe.  But no one said a word to me about it.  The tobacco wasn't an Aromatic but was English and I knew the smoke from my pipe was filling the cabin.  

As we were preparing to land the stewardess said I had to put away my pipe.  I had a small duffle bag and while still lit, I put the pipe carefully on top of my things in the bag and zipped it up.  Then I woke from my dream.  I'm not about to analyze this dream, but the dream was about how I felt while smoking my pipe.  I was completely relaxed.  I had been on flights long ago when men, okay mostly men, smoked pipes on aircraft.  They were allowed to back in the day.

So, why did I have this dream?  Any of you reading this can have your own take on dream analysis.  I have my own theories on why I had this dream.  I won't go into all that because I could write a book about my own dreams.  I needed that dream that night.  It's that simple.  But very seldom do I have dreams about smoking a pipe.  

I figure dreams come to us for a variety of reasons.  I needed that dream.  It was the most relaxing dream I've had in a while.  So, I must have been thinking that I need to relax.  Something was causing stress.  And nothing is worse for me than stress.   One could say my Spirit Guides were telling me I needed to relax.  So, they gave me this dream.  As I revisit this dream I can remember how relaxing this dream was.  

Let's just say I needed that dream that night and leave it at that.  No analysis and no psychoanalytic thinking.  Maybe I wanted to go back in time when smokers were allowed to smoke on planes.  But in my dream, I was the only one smoking.  Maybe I wish others wouldn't find pipe smoke offensive.  I could go on and on, but I'll focus on how relaxed I felt in my dream.  

I'm not always calm and relaxed, but I've known how to hide my inner conflicts, except my wife knows when I'm stressed about something.  I think dreams can guide us and my dream told me I needed to relax.  That's all it was.  I needed to relax.  That requires no analysis.  I can appear to be doing nothing but smoking a pipe, but I need the relaxation a pipe gives me.  There is no need for me to write anything personal here other than what I've said.  I simply find smoking a pipe relaxing.  And that is all there is to it.

This morning, I'm relaxing with my Peterson Irish Harp pipe with some Old Professor pipe tobacco, while drinking a cup of hot back Guatamalan coffee.  Thank you for your time and Peace to each one of you.

Dave 

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