I dreamt I was hitchhiking across
the US . . . the idea being, at my
age, I was unlikely placing myself
in any particular danger.
I didn't have the energy to walk;
I didn't have the shekels to travel,
so hitchhiking seemed to be the
obvious answer.
Thumbing, I was picked up from
time to time. I was ever surprised
to find that I knew the different
drivers from times and places in
my life. We'd chat; I would share
my experiences and we would
catch up. Eventually, they would
need to diverge and we would part
company.
At some point in my travels, it
occurred to me that the people
I was catching up with were no
longer with us. Then the other
shoe dropped . . .
I must be dead . . . I had to be
dead . . . I was dead and there
was really no other explanation.
I then started questioning . . .
Was this heaven? An alternative
universe? Reincarnated? What
the hell?!
In thinking about it, I realized I
was getting a kick out of the whole
hitchhiking experience. So, why
not simply enjoy it?! Enough with
all the questions already!
I awoke oddly comforted; not sure
why. Was the dream sent to me for
a reason? An answer? A warning?
I find I am rather more intrigued
than anything else . . . guess I'll
just have to wait and see.
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