Last night’s dreams were all about change. Of what I remember, one was a vignette where I made coin change for people, including my wife and other family members. Another sequence featured me searching for and trying to change my clothes, which originally were white and light gray, and then trying to change my shoes. That moved into me trying to change the cat kibble, and being totally confused about what I was doing and why I was doing it. An additional series had me helping others change things. In one, I helped my father and friends trying to change a tire.
They’re laughable in the morning light. I realized that each scene and story shared elements.
- I was confused about what I was doing and why I was doing it.
- In the end, nothing that I set about changing required changed.
It was amazing. I’d make change for peoples’ dollars, and then they’d discover that they had the right change and didn’t need anything. They’d thank me and move on, leaving me standing there with change. The tire that we were trying to change was okay, just a little low on air, giving us a laugh. My clothes were the best choice, so I ended up not changing them, and the people with the other clothes suggestion left, and the cat kibble bowls were full, and the cats were eating them, so, confused, I realized, nothing was required of me.
Hmm, I wonder what message I’m trying to convey to myself with this night of cryptic dreams?
Michael Seidel, writer 
Don’t try to fix something that ain’t broke?
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That’s the message that I took. Seems clear, doesn’t it? Cheers!
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