Just a dream

Ever have a dream that, when you woke up, you were thankful it was just a dream?

Last night I dreamed that I was living in Minneapolis and my car that I had just parked had been stolen. I looked back at the car and it was gone. Also, I wasn’t sure where I lived. I think I was staying with my sister in Minneapolis. She lives in a townhouse and all the entrances look the same.

Then the dream cut to another scene. Apparently, I was attending college but of course I was totally unprepared for classes. Then I needed a ride home and saw my sister-in-law gabbing with friends in the courtyard, but felt dumb asking her for a ride when I didn’t know where I lived.

I was glad when I woke up and was out of that confusing dream. I’ve had variations on this dream over the years, where I don’t know where my locker is, there is a test that I haven’t prepared for, I don’t know which bus to take home and don’t know where I live anyway.

I haven’t had that dream for a long time. I’ll have to try to figure out why I’m having it again now.