In case you haven’t heard, Stream of Consciousness Sunday no longer belongs to me. I turned the reins over to my friend Jana. But I’m still happy to stop over when I can and participate in a much needed brain dump.
Jana’s prompt this week? Dreams.
One think I’m really in tune with is dreams. My dreams, your dreams. I’ve read enough and I’ think I’m intuitive enough to help just about anyone translate their dreams, given enough time and information. It’s usually pretty easy. In fact, I sometimes tell people that dream interpretation is my secret power.
But I have to admit that my secret power works much better on others.
I have this recurring dream and, frankly, I never realized it was a recurring dream until I thought about it a few months ago. I don’t dream the same thing over and over again. Instead, I dream the same types of scenarios over and over.
In my dream, I’m always traveling. Sometimes I’m with my family or just my husband or just my son. But usually I’m by myself and I think I’m younger. Like the young professional version of myself.
It usually involves airplanes. I’m getting ready to go on a big trip. It never feels like vacation. It feels like some sort of necessary trip. And every single time, there’s something not quite right. I never get to my destination. In fact, I’m not sure I even know what the destination is.
In one dream, I’ve forgotten my passport. Or I just don’t have a passport. So I can’t get on the plane. Sometimes it’s trouble with luggage but usually it’s with the aircraft itself. In one dream, it was an extremely wide airplane with a balcony like the deck of a ship. In another dream, the plane was too heavy and could barely get off the ground flying just above the treetops. And yet another, the plane took off only to make frequent stops like a bus picking up passengers.
What does it mean? In my mind, I’m meant to go somewhere. Probably professionally but I don’t know where I’m supposed to go and I’m clearly I’m not fully ready to get there. I just keep missing the boat. Or plane.