I had the most vivid dream last night:
I left LA in a storm, not rain or wind, but an emotional one
like when you storm off because you are angry at a person or a situation and you want to make sure everyone knows it, and they feel bad, and miss you, and really want you to come back and they will do whatever will make you happiest, or at least that's what you're hoping for...
like that, I got in my car, and then I got off an airplane (jump cut I guess, remember, this is a dream), and I was in Australia.
I wasn't jet-lagged because the travel was instantaneous.
I had only a small nap-sack and no plans or expectations whatsoever. I saw all this lush greenery, sort of sloping levels, and you could walk along switchbacks and have this great view and there were only rugged, interesting people passing by-- like I have seen at Macchu Pichu, or in Haleakala, and I had this feeling of intense excitement but also sadness, because in the dream I had to get back to LA. To go to brunch. That was literally what was pressing on me to leave. I felt that I had only the amount of time it would take me to make my way from the top of the plateaus along the narrow paths to the ocean down below. A man approached me and at first I thought he was trying to sell me something and I was dismissive but then he was very kind and wise and he understood my parameters and my predicament. You see, I have always wanted to go to Australia, I used to be obsessed with it, and I recently got invited to go, and I didn't go, and that is not the kind of decision I would have made a few years ago, I would have gone, and it is interesting how things change, but it is powerful for me to be aware of these changes at least...
So, anyway, this young man showed me a way around my problem, we went into a tunnel in the side of the slope and there was a whole world in there. This stranger was my guide and my friend. We had an incredible adventure and for much of the time I stopped thinking about time and the boat I had to rush to in order to make it back to my home. To the people I love. So that I wouldn't hurt their feelings or something Which is funny, because of course most people who really love you really only want you to be happy. To feel free and safe and great.
So, the dream ended with me trying to figure out what to do, if I should stay, or if I should get to the boat. I felt more than satisfied but then I kept asking myself-- what am I really rushing back for? What is there waiting for me?
I woke up at 5:30 with lots of crust around my eyes and wanting to fall back into it, to find out, to be there, with my friend and all that Australia represents to me...
I wonder what would have happened next!