I'm going back to college.
It usually involves three of my friends from around the time of my college life, but they are not consistent from dream to dream. Last night, I was accompanied by William (my close friend from college), Lucas (an acquaintance from high school), and Sarah (my grad school best girl and Maid of Honor). I am my current age. We are living in the dorms, usually in a suite of the four of us. Four random adults in their mid-thirties among a sea of college kids.
It is the first day of class at an unfamiliar school. My backpack is packed. We stop at a coffee shop between the dorm and the classroom buildings. They all have class earlier than mine. I drop them off at class. Settle in at a table outside. Take a long, slow drink of my latte. Pull out my schedule. And I realize that it doesn't list locations for my classes. I have days and times, but no locations. No big deal, I'll check the website. But I go to the website and it says something like, "This information has expired."
In other words, I should know where I'm going by now.
I feel lost. Frustrated with myself. And a little scared. I'm sitting on at uncomfortable metal table. I've got my school supplies ready. I want to learn. I have all of this information right at my fingertips and I have no idea where I'm supposed to go.
I wave down a friendly stranger. I ask if he/she knows where my first class is held. The person always does, and I am always led on an adventure.
Last night, my helper was a young lady. Petite, platinum blonde, artist type. Her vibe felt very similar to Retta. Yes, she knew where that class was and -hooray!- she was in it, so she would take me. But we had to get on a bus. And -look!- there it is. I second guess. I ask if she is sure. She smiles, beckons me with a smile, and we board the bus.
We didn't have a lot of time to chat, though, because this bus became a non-frightening version of the boat ride in the original Willy Wonka. Even though it was daylight, we drove through a neon-light casino area. We went around and around a skinny mountain-climbing gravel road. We drove through an up-and-coming section of town and my helper pointed out a few restaurants I needed to try. We drove though an area that I frequently run in my dreams - a two lane, hilly, tree-lined country road. And then we pulled back up at campus, exactly where we started.
And we walked into a classroom building beside the table where I was originally sitting. With plenty of time to spare.
The details are often different. But the result is the same.
I wake up comforted.
It is okay to not know where I'm going.
I get to ask for help.
I get to go on an adventure.
And I will be exactly where I need to be when I need to be there.
What a way to wake up on a Saturday morning. Have a lovely weekend, friends.