I dream. I dream.
Three nights ago I dreamt I was hiking on a narrow path around the rim of Irvine Park in my hometown. It doesn't exist in real life. I had to have a walking stick because I had trouble moving my legs, stumbling often, maintaining balance only because of my makeshift cane.
The walkway became higher and higher but I told myself the need to keep on my journey. At some point, a dog, a very cute little dog, rushed out of a cave and nearly knocked me over the precipice. I fell backward, back on to the path and grabbed the doggy so he would be safe. Then I stood up and continued on until I could see my goal: the exit of the path.
There the dream ends.
That's an easy read. My trip has been long and filled with trials that scared me to death. And oh, I have stumbled. But I kept going.
The next night, I dreamt I had a new job as communications at a huge university. The chancellor met with me and said my job was to distill his intellectual messages into something simple, that provided the university with talking points and a marketing strategy. I nodded "yes" and he patted me on my leg.
He introduced me to his team, which included a graphic artist I worked with 15 years ago. They asked questions, I answered them. The artist walked me to the door of the building where we met and I asked, "What have you told them about me?" He said, "That you're really smart." Oh crap, I thought.
I didn't know where I was. I couldn't remember anyone's name. I didn't know the name of the university. And I couldn't find my car.
I had no idea what I was doing or where I was.
On my search for my car, a brick wall impeded me as I tried to climb over it. Someone reached out and grabbed my arm to help but I continued to slip off. "Pull harder," I asked.
Here the second dream ended.
Another easy read. I don't know what I'm doing -- yet. I'll figure it out. I just need some help.
My readings could be wrong. Freud would say I miss my mother's nipple. But that dude had an oral obsession of epics proportions.
I understand where I've been and where I'm going. The dreams serve to remind me.
Peace and sweet dreams unto all of you my brothers and sisters.