Last night I had a dream about riding along with familiar strangers on a highway. We came to intersections that seemed like they once had a notion of importance in my life, but I could not remember why. Buildings in ruin, or even incomplete in construction. Eventually the highway became a bridge over a lake. The water was high. Only a few feet from the road. There was a car floating in the water where it went over the side of the bridge. Eventually we came to a sudden stop as a wave of water began covering the cars in front of us. I looked over and my father was driving the car. He said “It will pass.” That’s when I woke up.
In real life, I’m moving to Milwaukee in less than a month for a new career. I won’t know anyone in the city. I’m still trying to secure a place to live, so I’m full of anxiety. The good news is that I will be back in a large and fully equipped wood shop. I’m ready for the wave to pass and for the water level to drop.
If any of my followers are in Milwaukee let me know.