Most mornings I wake up terribly depressed. This morning I woke up gloriously happy despite waking up from the following bizarre dream.
I was in Taiwan visiting some huge school along with pretty much everyone from Rose Creek Vllage. When we left, I was driving a bus and there were cars everywhere. I drove out the nearest exit hoping to get us near a highway, but we ended up in town. It was raining, and I could barely see. Even when I realized the windshield wipers were off and turned them on, I could still not see. Cars coming at us were passing into our lane, and I couldn’t go anywhere because there were cars parked in the right. I was constantly covering my eyes, expecting an accident, then finding we hadn’t hit anything, I was swerving left and right dodging cars, alternating with throwing my hands and feet up expecting a crash. It was crazy and frightening.
At one point I found a spot to pull over where no one was parked. I tried to look at the map, but suddenly I realized we were still moving. I looked back out the windshield, and we hadn’t even slowed down, yet miraculously we hadn’t hit anything.
Finally, we emerged from the city and the rain onto somewhat narrow but empty country road. The sun came out, my terror dissipated, and the peace of a beautiful, spring day settled upon us. I hollered back to the passengers, “Okay, now we can find out where we are.”
A friend hollered back, “Just keep going. We’re right on the path.”
I was puzzled. How could we be on the right path, I didn’t even know what direction we were going. I had just been trying to get away from the dangerous traffic. Then another friend told me, “Yep, this in the right road.”
Then I woke up, happy as a lark.
Somehow I think that is a real picture of my life.