I had a powerful dream the other night, the kind that sticks in your head so strongly that you’re still involved in it when you wake up. Sometimes, in your sleep-muddled mind, it’s hard to figure out which version of your life is the real one. When you finally sort it out, it can be a great relief to return to reality, or a crushing disappointment.
This dream I was able to sort from reality, but I had such a hard time shaking off the feelings it evoked, I wondered if there was some special significance to it. That thought was still with me when I ran across this quote:
A dream is a letter to yourself.
A sign, perhaps?
Wait. Do I believe in signs?
I guess, in a way, I do. Maybe a little dream interpretation would do me good.
Now, if only I could actually remember the dream . . .