Last night I had one of those dreams. You know... one of those dreams that makes you go oh, I didn't realize that about myself.
There were a bunch of marching band references, but those weren't important. In the dream I was trying to get to somewhere, I needed to leave and go with my friends. I went to ride with friends and they left me and took my phone (it wasn't mean, it just happened that way). In my dream I wasn't angry with them, I think it was a big miscommunication thing.
But there it was, my friends were ahead of me, I was stranded in a HUGE town (think funky cross between Las Vegas and Orlando), and I had somewhere important to be.
All I could think was how scared, worried, and upset I was. I need to do something important, but I had no phone, NO DIRECTIONS, and MY FRIENDS COULDN'T HELP ME.
I was lost and alone with no clear directions.
Gee.... could this maybe be a not so hidden reflection on my feelings on starting foster care classes in January?
No directions, no clear path, and none of my real-life friends can help me... because none have been down this path!