I woke this morning agitated because I’d had a strange dream.. I dreamed that I was helping organize a race.. I think it was a marathon.. which is weird, because I’v never run a full marathon….   Anyway.. there were lots of things to do,: course to map, flyers to print.. costumes to buy (don’t remember why)   music to plan (there was a band.. I think the grateful dead was going to play at my race !).. etc.. At some point all the racers lined up and then .. bang.. They were off. I kept running around still trying to get all the arraignments done.. I kept obsessing about the paper work… after a while.. I’d realized that I’d never started running. I’d missed my own race !  I was so sad and frustrated. I woke with this heavy feeling that I’ve been trying to process all day..   What did it mean ? .. I have several theories.. i’m sure some of it is about my new job. so much to do.. and so much to learn.  But i think it was deeper than that…

ok.. time for bed.. maybe I’ll catch the sequel  tonight ?

nite all, nite sam

-me