Dear universe,
Last night, I had the strangest dream. In it, I am on a gurney alone in a hospital room. I look down at my body and I see that my left knee has stitches on it. Below that knee is someone else's leg attached in place of my own. Somehow I know that it belongs to an old man, all wrinkly, spotted and hairy. It even has a loafer on. It also makes my left leg longer than my right. As I makeshift hobble out of the room, the hospital suddenly is turned into a large antiques warehouse. I am told that if I want my leg, I must look for it. The search goes on for a long while- I find numerous legs: doll legs, frog legs, chair legs, mannequin legs, wooden pegs and even claw feet that belong to an old tub before I suddenly spot it across the room placed atop a large chest- my leg, a short copper toned extension of moi. The dream ends as I slowly make my way towards it through a maze of musky antique pieces.
There has to be a meaning behind this. I wonder if this dream means I am off balance. My life isn't necessarily all marshmallows and daisies, but whose life is? Perhaps it is time to reassess and reflect.
Finding my legs,
My
