I was speeding down I85, late to a performance, when everything came to a screeching halt ahead of me. I managed to get my little Honda Accord stopped in time, but the mini van behind me didn’t fare as well, and smacked into my bumper, then didn’t even bother to stop. He careened into the Peach Pass lane and was out of sight before the curse words went through my brain and out of my mouth.
Suddenly, the traffic broke free; once again, I was speeding toward my performance venue when I saw the errant mini van balanced on its front end in the Peach Pass lane, folded up like an accordion. Sad for their misfortune but feeling vindicated in a sick sort of way, I kept my eyes on the road ahead until I reached my destination.
The rest of the musicians were already on stage, tuning up; frantically, I searched for my long black gown but I couldn’t find it anywhere. However, with the assistance of my son and my gentleman friend, I eventually located my dress and zipped it on. Unfortunately, the hem was a good six inches too long since I had apparently forgotten to bring my high heels with me and I stumbled over it as I attempted to walk out on stage. Then I tripped completely and fell right on top of my clarinet, splintering my well broken-in size two reed. Since I had no spares available, I was forced to borrow a size six reed from a colleague. But the only sound I could get out of that piece of bamboo was a squeak.
A disaster, right? I’d call it a nightmare.
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Indeed, this is an exact retelling of a horrifying dream I had Saturday night. And I didn’t have a clue what this one meant. An all points bulletin on Facebook revealed nothing until an old friend from high school finally replied with his wisdom. This is what he had to offer.
The mini crashing into your car, then having a fatal accident is your way of showing that you are OVER that guy who moved in with you a while ago. The car represents a big family; that you knew it was a fatal crash means that you accept that it is OVER.
The dress and clarinet represent your anxiety about being a desirable woman, as well as good in your chosen field.
The heels and wrong reed size are your acknowledgement that you do in fact “get by” in both areas.
Your son and the unknown guy are the men you care about in your life. Your son, is well, your son; the unknown guy is the guy you will meet, your future happy hubby. That means you have not given up, and you think you can find him.
I don’t know how you feel about dream interpretation, but this one totally works for me.
The moral of the story? Keep your eyes on the road ahead. Stash an extra pair of high heels in the car. Always have an extra broken in clarinet reed at the ready (incidentally, there is no such thing as a size six reed.)
And never, ever, ever give up.