Deirdre McCalla’s song, “Wake Me Up Gently” has been stuck in my head since 1985 when I first heard it. It could easily be the Dreamer’s Official Anthem.
I remember as a teenager, hearing my mother say, “You’re so moody in the morning, I just try not to talk to you before 10 a.m.”
I felt misunderstood (well, of course I did, I was a teenager, after all! I ALWAYS felt misunderstood). But not in the usual way. This time I realized that what I was experiencing internally was vastly different from what my mother was observing.
I was moody. But the mood was quiet, distant, a world away. In a word: Dreamy.
When I wake from a night’s sleep it’s like when a traveler returns from a 2-week intercontinental voyage. I need time to process, look over my snapshots, so to speak … paste images into my scrapbook. In my case I need time to reflect on the night’s dreams.
Early morning for me is a time to lie in bed and think about the dreams that just ended, write in my dream journal, eat my breakfast in silence, meditate if there’s time.
Alarm clocks are cruel, and the enemy of dream recall. A ringing phone, a loved one with a perfectly reasonable question or request … can’t it all wait an hour or two?
Sing it with me now! (Click the link below or the quote above to hear Deirdre sing it):
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