Somehow, Things Seem Connected

The time has come, the Valrus said
To talk of many things
Of writer's blocks, and evening walks
And blog posts that such brings
Of how a dream just might affect
Songs the radio sings

I got nothin', folks! No ideas. My standby topic is behaving himself, finding no great treasures, accidentally murdering no livestock, and not offering me impossible dreams. I'm on my own, and the page looks bleak. I'm killing time before the sun sets enough for my evening walk, and I got nothin'. So I'm treating you to some random amateur dream analysis.

Monday night (actually very early Tuesday morning) I had a detailed dream about being on a family vacation. My mom and dad were both in this dream. I rarely dream of them together. But it was a family vacation, at a theme park kind of like Silver Dollar City. Kind of folksy, not a lot of rides. It was mainly MY family. Not Hick. I don't recall the boys being there either. But my adult niece was.

Anyhoo...in this dream, we were getting ready to leave and head home. It was a long drive. I needed to get back to my room to change clothes and pack. But nobody in this dream would tell me how to get to my room. [Let the record show that in real life, I am terrible about directions. I can't picture where things are in relation to other things. I got lost one time in a Dillard's store at Battlefield Mall in Springfield, Missouri, because it was arranged on a spiral or circular kind of floor plan, and had mirrors everywhere, and I kept walking laps around it until my friend found me...or I might still be there, a spinster, thin as a twig, but with great endurance.]

In this dream, I told dream Mom and dream Dad that I didn't want to make everybody late, and dream Dad kind of grunted in the way he had, a man of few words, and made it clear that I BETTER NOT make everyone late. Still, nobody told me how to get to my room.

I woke up remembering all the details. I knew what clothes I was wearing, the colors of the stripes on my tank top, the texture of the surface of the roof that I climbed on in my dream, looking for the way to my room. In this dream, there were two motel complexes, and nobody told me which one I was in. So I climbed a long ramp not meant for people, and stopped short of hoisting myself over a rough, sparkly, tan asphalt ledge to look for my room.

In my dream, I next went to the nicer of the new motels, after painfully hiking back down that ramp, my knees sore. I walked through several dining rooms full of people who seemed to be from a group of Amish or Mennonite people. They acted as if I was an intruder. I wound around through there to a dead end, trying to find my room, thinking how did I even get there, since I clearly don't drive on the highway. And that once I found my room and changed into my jeans, I would ask my niece to ride with me, and she would probably drive for me on the highway.

Then I woke up. The most disconcerting part was that I figured if I was supposed to be going on a trip with dream Mom and dream Dad...well...I know where THEY are now, and it's not someplace I'm in a hurry to go! Unless I'm headed further south, which would also not be a pleasant thought.

I was thinking about this dream on the way to town. You know how they are, so clear in your mind after you wake up. Thinking, thinking, rather than taking time to grab my dream book to look up stuff about it. Anyhoo...I was in one of those states where you just kind of drive automatically. I got out to the county lettered highway, going through the motions, with no memory of driving those three miles to get there.

I was still dwelling on this dream as I turned onto the parking lot of Orb K to cash in a winning scratch-off ticket. A song started up on the radio.

"Holes in the Floor of Heaven." By Steve Wariner.

Funny how I just blogged about it the other day. Of course I sat in the car and listened until it was over. I sent a text to The Pony to tell him it made me think of him. He was in class, learning about Renaissance church art.

Funny how I got myself in the car at the right time, with the radio on the right station to hear that song.