Driving home, I come to a three-way intersection in nowhere–no town, no buildings, no street signs. Unlike the Tom Hanks character at the end of the film, Cast Away, there is no chance encounter with an attractive opposite sex character to guide my way.
Then I notice small signs on the ground beside each fork–too tiny to read from a moving vehicle. I get out, look them over, but nothing about them suggests anything remotely familiar–not even the language. Even so, because dark is closing in, I choose one.
It was the wrong choice. A heavy fog closes in around me, blocks my vision. Now I can’t even drive.
Frantic, I leave the car and run until I find myself in another, at least more familiar, situation–a convoluted university campus I can’t find my way out of.
Frightened, tired, and feeling helpless, I succumb to the terror and collapse, crying.
Mere moments pass when suddenly I hear someone shuffling towards me. I hear him grumbling about programming and computers, setting parameters, dealing with bleed-through of other characters in other software . . . . .
Maybe he’ll help me!
I get up to meet him, but he doesn’t continue towards me; he stops. He doesn’t even acknowledge me! Squatting with iPad open, his fingers fly around the keyboard . . . and everything changes.
The campus is gone. I’m back at the three-way intersection facing two signs on poles. The road on the right leads to Montrose, Colorado–over Red Mountain Pass, therefore even more isolated than I am in Durango. The one straight ahead takes me back to Austin, Texas, where I went to school, but so different now it would be like moving to a big city. The third pole has no sign . . .
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That was a dream I recorded in my journal in late December 2011 when I learned that the contractor would build two homes, each larger than mine, on the vacant lot next to me, mere feet from my staircase because he got a variance on set-back from the planners.
Even then, my subconscious was guiding me through my dreams to leave Durango.
How about you? Having any prophetic dreams lately? Till next time, I’ll be Skating Thru the turmoil, juggling the plates of my life as I try to figure out where I’m going–physically and metaphorically!
