During the latter part of March I had a series of photo-realistic dreams involving those I've wronged (either real or imagined) in my recent past, those who've felt slighted or offended (for whatever the myriad of reasons - I can hardly keep up with everyone's individual expectations) and those I greatly miss interacting with on a regular basis (either because I wasn't active enough in maintaining the relationship despite all their best efforts, or you know, life.) Yet the common theme surrounding all these dreams were a kind of reconciliation; a coming-to-terms, despite the solemnity of them.
The dream which most pointed out what was transpring came from the unlikeliest of sources; Minecraft. As I was trying to figure out why I had been dreaming what I'd been dreaming, I dreamed an Enderman, that intractable ferrier of blocks began to rearrange blocks in my head in a sort of slow, methodical defragmentation - presumably in an attempt at making me whole again. What an odd (and somewhat unsettling) metaphor!
Or perhaps I've just been playing too much Minecraft with my kids.