Dreams are just your barely-awake brain trying to make sense out of random electrical impulses, but often it takes its cues from things you’ve got on your mind.
Last night I had a dream similar to one I’ve had several times over the last couple of months.
I’m traveling somewhere, sometimes in a car, sometimes on a bike. I’ve stopped somewhere — I kind of know where I am, but I’m a little turned around and I’m in the process of checking maps or getting directions, which seems to never get accomplished.
But my dog Orson is with me — who died nearly 5 years ago. The dream concerns me having to keep track of him and make sure he’s safe, which is making it harder to figure out how to get where I’m going, but I’m more worried about his well-being than my travel arrangements. (A couple of times in the dream it’s my cat, the late great Cecil. One time it was both of them.)
So that’s what’s cooking in my subconscious brain kitchen.