The Road Ahead

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Sometimes the road of life stretches before us, way farther than we can see, and it gets terrifying. It's really important to take everything one step at a time. If you don't, it is easy to get overwhelmed with "what if"s and silly little worries. In the past few years, I've witnessed this time and again--not just in my own life, but in the lives of my friends as well. The moment you allow yourself to get caught up in silly little worries, it becomes extremely difficult to break free and to enjoy the magic of each day. 

That's the beauty of life: the adventure. We need to remember to not take things too seriously... sit back, surround yourself with creative and inspirational people, and enjoy the ride.

Remember this post about dreams? I had that dream again, but with so many more details this time. I ran because there were all sorts of bombings. I got scared, and decided I couldn't stay here. So I drove down to South America, then hopped onto a plane.

The only scary thing about all of these, is how realistic they are. How vivid and realistic it seems while I'm dreaming, sure, but also once I wake up and realize that these circumstances could definitely happen. Not necessarily with me fleeing the country, but all the circumstances that lead up to it each time in my dream could definitely occur...and relatively soon.

What puzzles me though, is that I'm always alone. I'm not sure if dream-me doesn't tell anyone she's leaving, or if everyone just tells dream-me that I'm stupid and that they are all staying here. For some reason, I feel as though it is likely the former...

Oh well, since these keep occurring relatively frequently, maybe next time around I'll manage to take a bunch of friends and family members along.

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A recurring theme in my dreams recently has been fairly interesting. The first time it happened it surprised me, but now some variation of this dream has happened countless evenings in a row.

Many details vary by the night; though, each time a few things are the same. It always begins with a sequence of events demonstrating that this place is no good, and that America is not as safe or free as we are led to believe. It becomes increasingly dangerous. I refuse to deal with the current events leading to a further deteriorated state, and begin speaking out. At some point I realize it is no longer safe for me to stay here.

Somehow I manage to get on a plane and leave the country. The details branch out and get fuzzier from there. I'm not sure how I leave ... I just know I decide to defect. As far as I remember, all of the dreams involve a decision to seek asylum in South Africa.

It's just interesting how I've had so many nearly identical dreams recently ..