Last night I had another water-park amusement dream, where I was sitting in the bow of a yellow plastic boat, facing backward. I immediately scrambled to the thin belt around my waist, you know the kind that is attached to those old orange life vests. It was too loose, and I immediately wondered if I should tighten it or take it off. Once I got to a central place where the internal canals broke off into their own little tributaries, all with their destinations listed, I decided that I didn’t like where any of them were going so I got out…actually voluntarily got out into the water with my clothes on. Not that I had any idea where else I was going to go or how I was going to get there, I just didn’t like the choices in front of me. Maybe I’m losing my verve, with this whole free falling business. When I woke up, I was frustrated because I know that sometimes you have to take the path you don’t really want to go down to get to where you really want to go….especially when you don’t know where you want to go to begin with. I need to inform my subconcious of that little tidbit. At least the water was warm and the colors were bright, maybe the journey won’t be so bad afterall.