The other night, I had a dream about a frantic search for my passport.
I’ll preface the story a bit.
I hadn’t seen my passport for a couple years. My dresser is cluttered, the corners of the room are cluttered, and I have far more things than I have convenient space for. Over the past couple years, I have had a couple opportunities to travel across borders, but I haven’t fully pursued them just because I had no idea where my passport was. Getting a completely new passport was an option I definitely thought I might have to pursue.
So I had this passport dream.
In the dream, I was heading somewhere special. Who knows where it was.
I was tearing through my room, searching for the passport.
It wasn’t on my computer desk– it wasn’t under my computer desk.
It wasn’t in my dresser, it wasn’t on top of my stereo system.
It wasn’t on my floor,
It wasn’t anywhere.
All through this dream, I had one spot in my mind that my subconscious was making me intensely aware of. It was a pile of University of Michigan papers I still had on my dresser.
In the dream, I never managed to check this location.
This dream stressed me out.
As soon as I woke up, I decided that I needed to check the one place I didn’t search in my dream.
My passport was there.
How crazy is that?
Maybe it’s time to really focus on what our dreams are. Sometimes, it seems, dreams know more about us than we do.