Making Space

I've been having the craziest dreams lately. While on vacation, I had several dreams about my lifelong best friend. I had noticed a change in her Facebook status, but had not heard any news from her, so was feeling hurt and rejected (which, you know, I do so well and automatically jump to in any slightly questionable situation!) (oh, and then thinking it must have been a Facebook error!). I kept dreaming about her and times we had shared in the past.

Last night I dreamed about a past husband and the mother of a past very.serious.boyfriend. I kept seeing things—earrings I had given the mother, plastic storage containers with my name on them, newspapers from the past. It was totally bizarre.

In trying to figure out how to interpret these dreams, I keep coming back to the fact that big changes are coming in my work life. I wonder if my mind knows it needs to make room—to clear out a bunch of drivel—to make room for all the new things I'll be learning in the next six months.

Lest you worry this change has anything to do with the Jazzman, rest assured that all is well. Actually, he's in most of the dreams and I always seem to come home to him or get wrapped in his arms when the dream gets too strange.

Isn't the mind a strange and magical thing?

That being said, I would be glad for these dreams to stop and to get my normal peaceful sleep pattern back!