…. that leave you so frustrated when you wake up that you just want to go back to sleep and edit it?? Last night I had a dream that I had lost my car in a crowded parking lot. I was searching endlessly up and down each row for my little Honda Civic Hybrid - champaign color - just like 50% of the cars on the road these days. I searched and searched, feeling the anxiety and tiredness… the exasperation of not remembering where I parked and wondering how in the world I would get home without my car.

The last thing I remember before waking up was the fact that I was not walking up and down the roads. Oh no…. I was driving up and down the rows. You see, the reason I couldn’t find my car is because I was in it.

What da heck??????

Do I dare try to find some meaning in that one? Of course I do! I wouldn’t be ME if I wasn’t trying to find the fortune inside every cookie… the meaning behind every dream…. the source of the voices inside my head…. (maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned that one).

I think I have been searching for something in my life that I think I need to carry me forward, or more precisely, carry me home. I’m frustrated, fearful and full of anxiety because I feel like I’m wasting time looking everywhere for this “vehicle” that will put me back on the road to wherever I’m supposed to be.

Then, when I finally realize the truth, I am already in the vehicle that I need, and that there’s really nothing to find. I’m wasting time looking for something that I never lost.

Deep, huh?

It’s either that, or I shouldn’t have eaten that sandwich so close to bedtime……….