I know that my dreams are mostly responses to things that happened the previous day, but I had a really peculiar dream last night.
First, I was telling best friend that I was moving to new york. She’s like, that’s really expensive and I told her that I wasn’t going to live in Manhattan but in another county.
Then, the peculiar part. I was driving to New York. The odd thing was it’s not like any of my other dreams. I was choosing to go, I wanted to, and it felt like a very conscious choice. I could see the tops of the buildings and I was crying, but I wanted to go.
It turned into my dad driving. He actually had to catch up to the car and I wasn’t all that happy. I had been on the high way, but now I was closer to home on the country roads. We saw a plane with parachute things like race cars have. Then we saw someone with their own parachute, who landed in the back of the truck. He got in through the back window and started eating our food. He was from some African country.
I made it to New York, or some place. I was there, my favorite teacher was there, a lady I work with was there, and so was a lot of other people. We were all doing yoga but whoever was running the place didn’t let me do it in a space where I actually had enough room. I ended up cutting my mat in half and moving, because she had me under a desk. Sometime between the african guy coming into our car and yoga, he was going to die or something, so he gave us first, a sheet on how to live a good life and second, a way to contact his relative. Because we should and I had the sense I was about to start traveling anyway.
I vaguely remember being at something that was half market, half pier…and half carnival. You know how dreams put you in places you can’t really describe or pay attention to? 3 weeks ago