Subconscious trips
In the space between falling asleep last night and waking up this morning, I took a vacation to Italy. It was warm, filled with fascinating architecture, and the food was amazing. I don’t know why my subconscious chose Italy as a vacation place. I’ve never been there. I don’t know why it chose last night to dream a full length made-up vacation. I woke up feeling glad to be back home after a good trip.
This afternoon my subconscious took me on quite a different trip. It decided to be anxious and to spill that feeling throughout my body and brain. My logic centers scrambled to try to explain it, because my logic centers are quite convinced that things which can be explained can also be managed. The thing is that yesterday went seriously awry the minute the kids got home from school. I was completely unable to pull it back on course. I just had to shutdown and restart on the hope that the troubles would be gone the next day. My kids were going to come home from school again, and rather than sensibly waiting to see how it went, my subconscious decided to be anxious in advance. I didn’t get a whole lot of work done which gave my subconscious even more fodder for anxiety.
The actual arrival of my kids and ensuing homework events were not entirely happy, but I’ll take today over yesterday without hesitation.
So I hope that my subconscious has a nice trip planned for tonight’s dream. I think it owes me.