Recurring Dreams

I've had two recurring dreams for years. In one, I'm back in high school and I can't find my classrooms. It's time to leave and I miss my bus. I have to walk home, confused, through the dark woods. I never arrive.

In the other, I am in peril. I call 9-1-1 but I can't get through. I can't see the buttons on the dial. They can't hear me. They don't answer. I can't hear them. I always wake up very scared.

Last night, I dreamed I witnessed a large male lion with a billowy mane carrying a formally dressed woman in his teeth into the neighbor's house. I called 9-1-1 and got through! They might have thought I was a kook, but they did send a lady cop to investigate. And she did find the lion, but not the woman I saw him carrying.

Happy morning! I conquered one of my fears. What does it mean? I don't know. For what it's worth, I've had that recurring dream for decades. My daughter has grown up to become a 9-1-1 dispatcher. I've been to the police station many times with her. Maybe I'm finally getting through to her. I don't know. Or perhaps all the frustrations I had growing up with my family. Now that three of them have sadly passed, perhaps I'm unburdened. They've forgiven me of whatever I felt insecure about. I don't know.

I kicked butt in my dream last night. Time to move on, stronger and well able. To Spring. And new beginnings.

What is your recurring dream?