A Dream I Had Last Night

For a long time I used to go to bed early. Sometimes, when I had put out my candle, my eyes would close so quickly that I had not even time to say "I'm going to sleep." And half an hour later the thought that it was time to go to sleep would awaken me; I would try to put away the book which, I ...

Marcel Proust

As I contemplate what to write for my last blog, I realize that most of intellectual energy is completely drained: I am too tired, I am too overworked, I am anxious, and right now, I feel like my brain is on the verge of collapse.  I am guessing that the reader doesn’t want to hear anymore of this.  That being said, perhaps it would be more entertaining for me to tell you about a dream I had last night. 

            I am assuming that those who are reading this blog right now have already read my paper.  If not, read it, otherwise this blog is not going to make any sense.  Well, anyway, back to where I was going with this. 

Last night, I had one of these deep catatonic slumbers with a number of fantastic dreams—all of them are slipping from memory now, except this one which actually relived me of some of my recent pangs.   I guess I will first describe the scene—from what I can I remember—in which it took place. 

I vaguely recall being in an immense field of grass, with thousands of wild flowers.  The sun was low enough on the horizon that the colors of this field were faded to a golden brown.  And, as I was walking through this field I noticed that there was a faded grey monument at its center.  I walked toward it, arrived at it, inspected its marble halls, and then I remember sitting at the foot of one of its towers, gazing up at the sky--and then, suddenly, I returned to my bedroom. 

After arriving in my bedroom, I noticed that at the foot of my bed, there was an old man, with a long grey beard, and a staff with a snake coiled around it.  His finger was pointing up—and then he disappeared.  After awaking from this dream I had come to the conclusion that I had been studying too much—and Asclepius’s midnight visit was merely a result of that.  I am not going to lie though, this morning I did feel better than I had for a while.

Well, for those who read this, I hope it was someone what entertaining.  And, I guess as I close my blog up, I just want to thank everyone in mythologies for a great class.