I’ve been surprisingly stressed for the past several months. I say “surprisingly” because I generally keep myself well-fed, watered, exercised, and rested, and I’m lucky to have a happy life. I’ve been busy, but that’s nothing new. And while challenges have come up, there has been a manageable rhythm to them: I’ve been able to address them, then they’ve passed, leaving a sense of resolution.
But this spring, underneath that rhythm of resolution, I felt a nagging sense of stress that wasn’t going away. Finally, I got a sign I couldn’t ignore. I had this nightmare:
I’m in the passenger seat of a car. Everything is dark. I can’t see where we are going. I can’t see the driver, either, but he or she is driving way too fast. We miss a curve, go off the road, and hurtle over a cliff. As we fall, I know we are going to die, and I’m screaming, “I love you!” to my partner, like people do who know their plane is crashing.
I woke up shaken, knowing my “dream director” was desperately sending me two messages. First, there was an issue somewhere in my life that badly needed my attention. And second, I wasn’t seeing the issue clearly: I was literally in the dark. [Read more…]