I had a dream...

My dream woke me up this morning.

I hate waking up. I dislike the point where I know I have to pull the two blankets and the down comforter off me to face the chill of my bedroom.

Today, despite two dancing dogs, I took a minute to prod at the wisps of dream memory. I could see me leaving home, and, Mum. Only home was Heber City and Mum was in my house but I couldn't find her.

I felt myself run to Sandisfield. Well, it was more like float on the wings of angels. Sounds strange but the feeling was righteous and holy. I was going home to finish something, close some doors so others could open.

Only, Mum wasn't there. I could see her though. I saw her in Heber driving her car and living her life like she was whole and healthy again. I panicked and tried to run back to her. A lady walking on the street, holding her little girls hand tried to ask me questions. I ignored her. Couldn't she see I had somewhere important to go. I ran faster.

Only, she kept up with me.

I arrived in Heber knowing in my heart that Mum was there and healthy. In the dream, I never saw her but I knew, I just knew she was in my home in Heber.

I woke up.

As I drove to work, I thought of all the signals my body has given me to stop rushing through life. The soupy, quicksand feeling of unclear emotions and thought. I think about my immersion in my past, my fascination with my future, my lack of attention to my present.

None have been as effective as presenting Mum to me in Utah.

Of course, maybe I'm just crazy. I hate running and the center of the U.S. is frightfully boring.

Whaddaya think?