Saturday, August 11, 2012
Sometimes dreams are not subtle
In my dream, our whole family was outside King's Cross station in London. There was a very large pile of bundles on the ground in front of us, all done up neatly in string market bags.
The kids ran off without picking up any of them, disappeared into the darkness of the station, and were gone. My husband picked up a reasonable amount of them, and walked briskly into the station.
I was left, struggling to pick up the rest of the bags, knowing that there were far too many for me to carry, but determined to carry them anyway. I draped them over my shoulders, slung them around my neck, tied them to my belt, and wore them cascading down my back. I covered myself completely with those bags.
Before I could pick them all up, my husband returned, and he picked up another reasonable load. We headed off into the station together, leaving no bags on the ground. Before we got to our train, a horn sounded three times, and he turned to me and said, "The train will be leaving in a few minutes, we need to run." He set off at a brisk jog, then slipped down an incline and almost fell. He dropped his bags and continued jogging towards the train.
I tried to run, but could only stagger. I tried to pick up the bags he'd dropped, knowing that what I should be doing was dropping my own bags and running for the train. I wanted to drop them, but suddenly realized that although I'd been fully clothed when I picked them up, now I was naked under them. These bags I was carrying were the only things covering me.
I woke up, knowing that if I don't manage to drop the excess burdens I'm carrying, I won't make it onto the next stage of my life's journey. How's that for a wake-up call?