Friday, April 3, 2009

Dreaming of Home

Whenever I have something weighing heavy on my mind, like a giant move across the country, I start having vivid dreams at night.

A few nights ago I dreamt of driving along Highway 128; it was summer and the sun was shining brightly until I drove under a massive gray cloud and the trees were suddenly caked with snow. I had to take off my sunglasses. It was beautiful (I haven't seen snow in three years) but I started to drive slower than a snail...the roads had about three feet of snow still on them and I was trying to stay in other people's tire tracks to guide my car along. By the time I got to my exit, it was fall and all the trees were bright yellow.

The next night Maya ran away in the rolling hills of Magnolia (only the real Magnolia doesn't really have rolling hills). I kept asking if people saw her and telling them she was really tall and lanky (like a greyhound), when in reality she is a stubby little thing about 1 foot tall. I don't know why I kept emphasizing how tall she was.

And last night I was swimming in the Atlantic. I got out of the ocean and fell asleep on the beach; my stomach on the warm sand and the sun drying the salt water off my back...I was warm, comfortable and completely at peace.

I don't need a dream interpreter to tell me that these are symbolic of my memories, my expectations, my worries and my hopes about moving home. I sense some restless nights ahead.

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