It's Monday morning, 6:30 am. I am sleeping over at Colin's house, in the incredible, cluttered mess of his room, where I have made sure I have a path in the dark I can travel when I get up in the middle of the night and go to the bathroom, and the alarm goes off, and I wake and remember my dream.
"I was dreaming," I say to Colin, who is lying there, more than half-asleep.
"What did you dream?" he murmurs.
"I dreamt it was morning and you were driving me to the airport down a busy local road, and as we came over the hill you said "I've just run out of gas,'" I respond.
"And what happened then?" he asks.
"I took a deep breath and I said 'It will all work out,' and then we came over the hill and a gas station was right there, and I laughed because I felt so calm," I said. "And I knew it would all be fine, and it was."
"Hah!" Colin said, and then he smiled triumphantly, because of course he was waiting to see what this dream boded for the success of our relationship. And then, after he told me his dream (which was all about being chases by monsters) he feel right back asleep and I left to go to work, marveling at what I learned from this dream:
- I know this man is sometimes going to make mistakes and screw things up
- I feel accepting of that
- I'm confident everything can be worked out--and in the end will come right
These are interesting feelings from a woman who used to go into a panic when the gas gauge went down below 1/4 tank--just in case.
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