I have a recurring dream. It always involves my family in a motel in the Colorado mountains. I’m always in a panic. We have to get packed so we can leave before we are charged for another day. Details change, like who I’m with, but its always Sammy and me, generally Roger. This week it was Kristina’s family; she was all loaded and waiting with her stuff in the car—very little room left for mine.
The following is an interesting detail. I have two suitcases. One is basically the one I generally use; the other is a see-through bag sort of like the big clear plastic bags bedding comes in. The problem is that the clear one is smeared with peanut butter. I am cleaning it up. It was a relief to wake up.
Now I like to think I’m unique; that that dream is original! I started entering “recurring dream…” on ask.com. Guess what? “Recurring dream about packing” popped up. Oh, my, can’t I at least have my own original dream.
The meaning isn’t very complicated. Sort of obvious, and dead center to my life. Too much stuff, need to be organized, or I need to get rid of it!
Well, I will commit to cleaning off all the peanut butter I can find smeared on my stuff!