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.
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.