Once I went on Google Earth and tried to find the place where I used to live in the woods of northern California. My old digs weren’t near any major cities or landmarks, so I found myself scrolling over endless miles of nondescript wilderness on the computer screen. I couldn’t find it, and finally gave up.
It was a lot like the dreams I have, where I’m flying over miles of terrain at night, searching for something or someone, though it’s never quite clear. Usually my dreams are little dramas that involve me trying to accomplish something, and feeling frustration and angst over not being able to get it done. In other words, they’re a commentary on my life.
I think dreams are always about something. Don’t you?
It was a lot like the dreams I have, where I’m flying over miles of terrain at night, searching for something or someone, though it’s never quite clear. Usually my dreams are little dramas that involve me trying to accomplish something, and feeling frustration and angst over not being able to get it done. In other words, they’re a commentary on my life.
I think dreams are always about something. Don’t you?
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