I had a dream last night, and to be fair I despise hearing those words from anyone, because I know what is to follow is a largely dull description of a mostly boring dream like: "It was my bedroom, but it wasn't really my bedroom....", but I'll tell you about my dream anyway.
I was in my car, but it wasn't really my car because I drive a van, and in my dream I was driving a Suburban. It was all very natural and so was the fact that the gas tank was full, and the floor mats weren't peppered with goldfish crackers and bookstore receipts. I guess I was going on a trip because on the seat next to me was a weekender bag which I can only assume was filled with different variations of yoga attire, books and wine. The window was down, which is odd because it's mid-February but on I drove.
Until up ahead I noticed flashing lights. I slowed down, turned down the radio, which as far as I can remember wasn't on anyway, and pulled over to the side of road. I stepped out of the Suburban and moved towards the flashing lights. There were police cars blocking the road, and all of the officers were standing on the far side of their cars staring at something. I kept walking towards the road block.
When I reached the police cars I could see that the officers were staring down and I followed their gaze to a giant sinkhole at least thirty feet across and spanning all the way to the horizon. In it, I could see trees, boulders and large chunks of highway. I surprised myself, when I asked the officers, "Is there a way to get by? I need to get to the airport." As if my weekend away might be a priority. One of the officers turned around and said: "The airport is down there now." and pointed to the gaping whole before us. So, I said:
"What about the train station?"
Other than pointing out my obvious selfishness, (notice I didn't ask the officers how I could help?) I think this dream is telling me something extremely important about myself.
I need a vacation (and a Suburban), immediately.
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