Day 457- Dream- One Way Street

Last night I had a very brief dream, but it seemed like one that should have meaning. It was one of those dreams where I realized it was a dream and willed myself awake.

I was leaving a party and backing down the driveway. The house was on a one-way street- a cul-de-sac that was divided down the middle. The house was near the end of the cul-de-sac that was open to the road that led back home. As I was backing down the driveway I thought “It’d be so much easier to just go back the short way rather than wrapping all the way around to the other end of the street just to get back to where I’m just a few feet from.“  I could see the road I needed to get back to. Why drive all the way around?  I knew it was wrong to go the wrong way, but I was going to do it anyway.  I made the decision to take the shortcut.  It was just a few a few feet. No one would know.

Just as I made the turn and faced the wrong way on the one-way street, a cop made the turn onto the cul-de-sac. There I was face-to-face with the cop knowing he was going to pull me over for going the wrong way on a one-way. I had no excuse to offer.  Just then I realized it was a dream and I heard myself tell dream me to just wake up. So, I did.

Today, on my walk I was listening to a Swedenborg Podcast on the origin of dreams and that dream came back to mind.  What I realized is the one-way street represented the way life flows. While it’s just a short way back to where I want to be in life, life doesn’t go that way.  To get back home, I have to continue down the road, the long way, back Home.

:::::  sigh ::::::

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