This is a truly crazy world that we live in! It makes me feel warm inside to think that I have a life in the dreams and fantasies of so many other people, some of them near and some of them far away. Most of them probably don't even know me, or not very well. Some I have met only once or twice, and yet they keep thinking of me, just as I sometimes think about them. I think that this really is a connection, of sorts. We can't help being constructed this way, even at the edge of our capacity, when the mind breaks down from dementia or was never intact in the first place, we have this idea of the other. I have had clients who were developmentally delayed to the degree of being unable to tease out one day from the next, to remember their own age, or consistently hold onto the distinction between reality and fantasy. But even in this liminal state, we all dream of being with another, and wish to share these dreams. Maybe it's all there is left.
At some level I wish there were someone I could be with physically as well as emotionally. But then, that is harder, negotiating an actual relationship in the between of two real people instead of this fuzzy overlap amongst all our dreams.
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