I had a series of remarkable dreams last night. My crisis of confidence (rare for me these days) about delivering what’s needed on time seems to be coming to an end as a result, but I do need some additional help from my client: a bullet list of five or six talking points to flesh out in the body of the each of the pieces I’ll be writing, because I’m coming up empty as far as specific topics to talk about despite looking over the source materials that were provided.

All of the dreams are immensely symbolic to me.

The first dream was about being in a car (I was not the driver) with two women (I was in the back seat behind the driver) and during a brief moment of inattention the driver drove the car off the road into a miles’ deep ravine, so I knew we were probably going to die.

I immediately gathered both of them into my arms (how I did that from the back seat is impossible, but I did, because we were suddenly sharing the same sedan-type seat!) and I prayed a prayer of thanksgiving aloud to Jesus for our wonderful lives and then kinda waited for the end to come (for the vehicle to plummet into the trees below us), but it didn’t, and it didn’t, and it didn’t, and I suddenly realized the vehicle was behaving more like a glider than a car, so I added a prayer that said, “If there is still more for any of us to do, please put us down over a body of water so we can swim out.”

And sure enough, when I looked down, we were “gliding” toward and then over a deep body of water not terribly far offshore with a huge plane floating (or resting on the bottom?) just beneath the surface. I asked both of the ladies if they knew how to swim; both did, so I gave them instructions on how to survive a water crash (how to wait until the car almost completely filled with water before trying to open the doors, so they would open with less resistance and not wear them out and steal their remaining breaths) …  I felt confident at that point that we would all survive.

And then, I was suddenly in another vehicle, driving a school bus with only one child in it who was about a block from being dropped off, so I realized I could head back to the bus barn as soon as I did that, but then I realized that I didn’t know where the bus barn was; this was apparently my first trip and had begun with me driving the bus! But I realized I could just return the bus to the small town I was driving for and ask where the bus barn was, since all the residents there would know, so I felt in control of that outcome, too.

That’s when my dream about stumbling across a homeless family began, after I dropped off the bus. (Symbolically, for me, MY children have always been my books and the words I write for clients. I have never married, being transgender, and have no children.) I have always said my legacy was going to be the words I leave behind — my own under my own name (my books and published articles), and the millions of words I’ve written for clients to help them achieve their goals.

The dream about the homeless family began when I inadvertently “caught” the father and mother  taking stuff from another person’s property. I immediately “knew” (intuitively) their circumstances and sympathized, but felt strongly that they shouldn’t have their kids with them while looking for stuff to sustain them (although I was fully cognizant of the fact that homeless people don’t have babysitters). Several ideas about explaining that they could ASK homeowners for the essential items they needed rather than just taking them occurred to me, but I didn’t share them at the time because the man was already offering to explain their situation; but I knew I had a solution to their dilemma.

The man seemed apologetic as he started to explain, but I shared with him immediately that I understood his situation completely (I intuitively knew that they weren’t on the streets due to drug or alcohol addictions or mental health conditions; they were on the street because they had fallen on desperately hard times and lost their home).

They left the garage from which they’d been pilfering ONLY essential items (toilet paper, toothpaste, toothbrushes, coats, socks, shoes, etc. — the garage seemed to have been set up garage sale-like, but there were no homeowners present to supervise it) and started down the road, but their little girl (they had two children, the other a boy) came to me, dirty faced, and asked me not to hate her daddy. (Apparently other people had hated on him before, right in front of her.) I gathered her into my arms and  assured her, “I don’t hate your daddy. Your daddy loves you very much.” She started to cry and I wiped her tears, which totally cleaned her face into this delightful, lovely, round-faced perhaps six-years-old child. “He’s a good man, you have a wonderful family, and you’re a wonderful person. Don’t ever forget that, or let anyone else tell you differently.” She gave me a delightful smile and a huuuuuge hug and almost skipped as she rejoined her family.

The Interpretation:

I’m intuitive enough to tackle projects/problems/challenges and come up with solutions for them, but I do need to populate my bus with more children (topics, talking points) before I can feel confident about delivering something of value to my client on time.  And I definitely need more talking points for the longer piece I’m rewriting because I don’t have enough knowledge to come up with them on my own.

And whatever the outcome, I’m not going to die as a result of it!