Dream

I had a very vivid dream the other night, which is normal for me, but this was the first one that I could actually analyze and get a message out of it. And what I got was something kind of depressing.

It starts out with me in ragged clothes walking down a busy freeway. I have my thumb out but no one will give me a ride. I remember that it was hot and I looked terrible. As I kept walking I came to a curve in the road. I followed it and came to where I grew up in Florida. I had just walked to my street and my best friend and his brother are outside my house. Except they are how I remember them when we were children. I go into my garage and see my Dad, and even he’s how I remembered him when I was a kid. Myself however had not changed. I was my current self still in ragged clothes and looking worse for wear. I woke up around this point.

What did I get from this? It seems to my like that was saying that the road of life is one that I can never get a free ride from, no matter how desperate I may be. It also feels as though I want to walk backwards into my childhood where there were simpler and happier times; a part of me that clings to the past and fears the future.

I’ll admit that I’ve had some rough times here and there, but I am not going to give up anytime soon. And it is just a dream, but it does have some truth to it. I have thought of my childhood more than once, and I have often wondered what the future might hold for me, and how uncertain everything is.

Have any of you ever had dreams that you could analyze? Any that made you think on what they meant?

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