Dreamscape
I don’t ever have the “falling dream,” and I’ve never dreamed that I’m naked in front of my classmates. Instead, I frequently dream that I’m trying to get somewhere but can’t. I’m running through the halls of my middle school and there is obstacle after obstacle keeping me from getting to class. Or I’m on some windy road trying to navigate to a place without directions. Or I’m the lead in the play, but I’m stuck backstage. It doesn’t matter what the situation is. I always feel a swell of panic during these dreams. I always wish I could lift my body off the ground and fly to wherever it is I’m going.
Today has been one of those dreamlike days.
All day today I’ve been late to wherever I need to be. I’ve felt completely uncentered and unbalanced. I spent a half hour trying to find the box for my new cell phone (the Droid Incredible really is incredible, by the way) so that I could turn in the rebate, but the box was M.I.A. (Thank goodness for kindhearted Verizon call-takers who take pity on frazzled customers). I was late for my appointment to get my tires rotated because I underestimated how long it would take to get there. I was late for a run with my friend Dean because I was stuck trying to solve a problem with a spreadsheet. Late, late, late. It felt like I was The White Rabbit all day… only sans cool pocket watch.
I know in the grander scheme of things, these are all just miniscule problems, but sharing these experiences here makes them past tense. I can shelve my problems neatly on the pages of this blog, clearing my cluttered mind to make room for the new challenges I will face tomorrow (i.e. a 9-hour drive and a cooler full of brisket across three states – more on that later). Now, if only I could find my car keys…
I used to dream I was running to get somewhere or chasing something but the faster I tried to run the slower I went. Similar feeling. Let’s run free.
I agree, Dean. I am free to run free this week.