The other night I had the strangest dream. Needless to say, weird dreams aren't out of the ordinary for me, but for some reason this dream has been a constant in my mind all week.
In this dream, I started my day out as I would in my conscience, dreamless state of mind. I went out into my backyard after waking up and spent some time with my cat. As a side not, I feel so bad for my cat because of the lack of attention it gets. Mornings are the only time during the day that I recognize my cats existence; however I love my kitty and found a sense of companionship with this cat. Anyway, in my dream, I was petting my cat in the morning, as usual. After a few minutes of petting my cat, her front-right foot fell off. There wasn't any blood or exposed bone, but as any other pet-owner, I was very concerned and anxious about my cat's well-being.
Naturally, I passed the judgment to take my cat to the emergency veterinary office on St Clair. I got in my car, started the engine, put the car in drive. I drove about a foot and then my car stopped moving. I got out to see what the problem was, and upon scanning the car, I noticed the the front-right tire was flat, and as I got closer to the flat, the tire fell off the axle.
The veterinary office was way too far away for me to carry my cat there, so I proceeded to call all my friends to ask if they would drive me to the vet. I called all of my good friends, but none of them were able to give me and my cat a ride to the veterinary emergency center, so I started walking up the road.
As I walking up the road of my neighborhood, I slowly slipped into conciseness and woke up.
Regardless to say... Strange dream!
The morning after this dream occurred, I had to work at the pool at 8am. As always.
I told my "super boss"--part time pool manager, full time adolescent counselor-- about this dream. My favorite thing about my boss this that she is so caring and concerned about her friends, and she will analyze anything and everything! Ha!
She listened to my dream and gave me a very good interpretation of the meaning of this dream. What she said is that my subconscious is telling me that I am missing 25% of myself; just as my cat and my car were missing 25% of themselves.
This missing 25% is holding me back and preventing me from progressing. But, just as I would never give up on cat or my car, I should never give up on myself because of this missing quarter.
So, now, I have to figure out what fourth of my subconscious, emotional state is missing.
Quarter-life crisis, maybe?
