There is a pattern to my dreams. They often seem to involve my losing track of something important and trying to find it. The thing that is lost is usually my car, which I have parked somewhere, gone to a meeting or something and now it’s not where I left it.
I am convinced it has been stolen but in these dreams I don’t seem to know what to do. So I end up worrying, trying to convince myself that maybe it will show up at any moment. A corollary to this dream has me being late for a meeting and getting lost on the way. I know the address of the building and can see it in the urban distance, but no matter how hard I try I never seem to get closer – and the clock is ticking. So I have this car that seems to have gone missing and a meeting which is about to begin without me. Perfect.
After waking in a cold sweat more than once, I started writing these subconscious vignettes down. The process of recording the dreamscape seemed to help break the pattern, like finding the key to an old door. It’s funny how the mind keeps on working at night after the rest of you has shut down. My car is out there somewhere, but maybe I’ll just catch a cab and trust that the cabby can find the building.
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