Somewhere between Salmo & Vancouver

My most prominent of thoughts usually have a way of translating into my dreams in obscure ways that scream, "get analyzing!" In particular, I have one recurring setting that continuously enters my stream of consciousness when I'm sleeping. It's not very often that I dream of this setting but it has been present since I was a child.

Let me take you there...
I'm in a car with a destination in mind (usually it's a store or a friend's house) but in order for me to arrive at my end point, I have to cross a large piece of land that has marsh-like characteristics: sunken mud, overgrown roots. I can only cross the marsh by gunning the engine at full speed so that the car elevates to mid-air and lands safely on the other side. It's so very Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. When my foot is pressed tightly on the pedal, enough so that the car lifts through the air, my heart clenches so much that I feel the affects of it after I wake up. I have never not landed and the rest of my dream goes on and so do the conflicts that await once I arrive. If I was to be self-reflexive, I would say this setting exists in parallel arrangements concerning my want/desire/yearn/fear of moving.

For even when I was a child, I would write snippets/poems on little scraps of paper and store them in my Victorian-style music box. These notes would read desires such as, "I can't wait until I move away for school" to documented fears of failure. I realize that if I'm going to continue entertaining the idea of moving, I have to take the risk of making it a possibility. My action will have to be steadfast and at full speed with little room for over-thinking. If I had paused for a second before the car was supposed to lift off the cliff, my back tire might not have made that last centimetre of space that separated where I was and where I had hoped to land. I simply just gotta go, gotta go, gotta go.

Pam  xx