Dreams

I got to thinking about one of those recurring dreams this morning--the one where I'm lost in a strange city. In the dreams, I'm not trying to get home. I'm trying to find my "home away from home," the place where I'm stationed and supposed to be.

Maybe thinking of home would be too real, and things that are too real don't work in that type of dreaming (unlike the vividly near-real ones that leave you wondering for a few moments how you are ever going to get yourself out of trouble).

Or maybe the dreams are a good description.