Dreaming of the future...

A while ago I wrote about having bad dreams.  Dreams I had put my baby on a bus going nowhere. Dreams that I was in trouble, under performing.

Last night I had an AMAZING dream.

I dream that I was put in control of a bus and lo! Though it was hard to manoevere, I could drive it.  I wasn't frightened, or out of control.  There were no less than three brake pedals if I wanted to stop the thing.

I drove it slowly, turned it around.  Brought people along with me.  The road became sandy, turned into a beach so I got out and found all around me the land was burgeoning.  The most succulent fruit I had ever seen hung from thickly leaved trees.  Huge, sweet smelling and delicious.  I realised I felt happy.   I woke up feeling calm.

I'm not a believer in fate or prophecy but I do believe that my subconscious knows more than I do, half the time.  I do believe it tells me if I'm on the right track - or veering off dreadfully.  It gives me hell when that is happening.  It gives me benediction when I'm getting it right.

Last week I made a decision about where I was going with my work.  If you read my post last week, you'll know that's a big deal for me.  A slow, thought out plan that I'd allowed to blossom and explore in exactly the way I do a plot for a novel.  I'm excited about it and my subconscious thinks I'm right.

I feel free.  I feel me.