Looking for My Office

The Dream:
I had taken on a new job. I was walking around what looked like my old high school, but everything had changed. (Since it has been 20 years since I graduated, that wouldn't be too far-fetched.) I was walking around the maze of hallways looking for the office I had been assigned.

I stopped at an information desk to get directions. They pointed me in another direction than the one I had been going. I shrugged and went that way. After walking for a little longer, I came to a dead-end.

I was about to turn around and go the other direction when my drama teacher from high school (who is now a school counselor but wasn't in the dream) came out of one of the doors lining that part of the hall.

"Hey, lady! Long time no see!" she said and gave me a hug. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm looking for my office, but I think I'm in the wrong place. I don't know where to go."

"You're exactly where you're supposed to be. Your office is right next to mine. What are you doing here anyway?"

"I'm starting the new writer-in-residence program here."

"That's absolutely fabulous! You'll be great. And you will love this office because it lets you get out of meetings easily or else all your time will be taken up in one meeting after another and you might want to get out of some of them. Some are absolutely required, though."

"That makes complete sense to me."

What I Think It Means:
I don't know yet. I haven't had time to think about it.

Angel Wings

The Dream:
I was getting a HUGE tattoo of angel wings going from shoulder to shoulder and down to mid-back. here were pictures of people and things important to me (more people than things). I could identify most of them, but there was one picture -- a guy -- I couldn't really see because most of his face was covered by a feather.

We (the tattoo artist and I) would talk about what colors to use, but during the inking of the mystery man, he didn't ask me anything. While he selected colors and we talked about things, I walked around. I was dressed from the waist down. I usually kept my arms crossed over my chest. Other people came and went. My parents (who are very anti-tattoo) showed up. They both actually approved of what I was doing and why.

When I woke up (in the middle of the night), I was sleeping on my stomach but propped up on my elbows with my head resting on my fists.

What Someone Else Suggested:
Mr. Mystery will be brought to me on the wings of angels.

What I Think It Means:
Metamorphosis. That's the single word I kept thinking of this morning as I was getting ready for work.

I need to stop being afraid to spread my wings and fly. What's important to me now would still be important to me later, too. It's that willingness that will let me figure out who Mr. Mystery is (and possibly meet him).

It's time to embrace the metamorphosis.