Borne through all my dreams last night, a date I couldn’t keep: a woman — Diane Rehm, I think — put in for me to play the part of Romeo. But Mike had asked for me to talk the morning of the show. The day arrived. I knew Diane would need to know I couldn’t act the part. Right then I woke, resolved, but never having told Diane about my resolution. I commit to much, and disappointing others makes, for me, a nightmare out of any dream.
But what of this: the dream expresses some desire for both the arts and God: a struggle in my womb that I have touched on many times. And even though it seems to friends a false dilemma now (a misconception, if you will), the day will come, I fear, when I must choose between the two. But then I also hear the smallest voice suggesting that the fight itself will be enough to bond my Jacob and his nightly angel.