I've been having a series of vivid, unsettling dreams this week. Last night's was particularly good and all too easy to understand and decipher.
I dreamed I was on LOST. I managed to escape the island, only to realize that with four other castaways and the pilot from the show on board, we were in trouble. We crashed. I woke up and saw the gray-haired face of Jen. She told me that I was back on the island and it had been ten years since I had tried to escape. I screamed and just rocked in a fetal position, sobbing in the dream.
Now to understand the dream, you need only know one thing: Jen came to Ithaca with me nine years ago.
Aaaaaaaaah! Get me outta here!
(Jen is not gray haired. She looked a bit like Katherine Janeway in the dream, which is also appropriately symbolic.)
(Pictured right: my office.)