I dreamt I was riding my bike down the street in a giant snowstorm. The streets were full of slushy, heavy snow -- 2 feet of the stuff -- and I could barely pedal. The effort was so great, the road so treacherous and slippery that I was disheartened. I kept falling down while laboring ahead. There was no other way to go but forward. There was no way out. There was a sense of urgency. I couldn't stop moving because I was in danger.
Then I got to the end of the street and faced an unusual intersection where cross streets splayed out in front of me like spokes on a wheel. I didn't know where to go. But there was no more snow. The hardest road was finally behind.
I love this. It's crazy how our subconscious can guide and comfort us.
ReplyDeleteDo you recall: did you feel out of danger once you'd reached the intersection?
ReplyDelete@geekhiker -- I remember feeling relaxed when I realized the difficult part was over. But I don't completely remember....
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