I am still sleeping poorly, and woke up this morning at 3 AM. I can’t make myself stay in bed. So, I made some decaf, ate peanut butter and prepared to wait the four hours til sunrise. I am so tired of my weird lack-of-sleep regimen.
Anyway, despite sleeping on adorable sheets my daughter and her family gave me, I decided to shift my insomniac self to the sofa in the living room. Lying, curled up in that other room, I drifted off-and dreamed.
I dreamed that I lost my car(which sort of happened yesterday when I attended a meeting in a new location,) and looked for it in vain. My late sister told me that in a dream, cars represent our lives, and I had obviously misplaced mine.
The good part of my nocturnal movie was that many people were willing to help me find my dark-gray Acura. Eventually, they located the automobile. But, have I lost my way?
In some respects, yes. I am still texting men I “meet” online, but am now aware that most are not who they write they are. They must steal pictures off the Internet, and manufacture fantasy profiles. St least, I know this now.
So, no more aimless texting with strangers for me. I don’t want to “lose my car” again, and will only be engaging in real person-to-person exchanges.