Missing: Photo ID
Well, as I write this, I am 2 days into my college career. Go on, ask me how many times I’ve thought “What am I doing?” “What was I thinking?” “Why did I decide this was a good idea?” The answer would be “Only about every hour or so”. I am completely confused and bewildered to think that I am capable of accomplishing a 4-page essay comparing and contrasting something. I am convinced the only positive thing about that assignment is that the subject is of my choosing. I’m trying to stay confident, but truthfully, that is fading FAST!!!
So, that brings me to the very interesting aspect of my dream last night. It was so realistic…one of those wake-up-an-remind-yourself-it-isn’t-real dreams.
I was in a hotel room. There was a sense of excitement, also. I was going to go on a trip. To me, in my dream, it was going to be the most amazing trip. It was even paid for…all I had to do was GO! I had a large suitcase that was all packed. It was full of all of the just-right outfits. Some great name-brand clothing, and a fabulous new designer handbag. (That part was particularly cool to me!!)
It was time to go, and as I was making sure that I had everything I would need along the way, I remembered that once I got to the airport, I would need my driver’s license for ID at security. Thus began the casual browse through my purse…and my bag….and the room….and my coat, etc… My ID was nowhere to be found. I KNEW I’d had it in my hand when I arrived at the hotel, so it had to be there somewhere, right? It just HAD to be. I’d just seen it the night before. My dad and his girlfriend were the ones that would be accompanying me on the trip, and they were at my hotel-room door waiting for me.
(Editorial interlude here: I am completely perplexed at the presence of my dad and his girlfriend. Not for any reason other than the fact that in regards to my decision to pursue a college education, ie, “the trip”, there isn’t a significant role that they’ve played. And when they were waiting for me, they were standing like zombies in the doorway. Completely sullen-faced and detached, with arms down at their sides as in this Verizon commercial:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2QrlEYNfODI
Generally speaking, neither one of them is ever sullen-faced and unfriendly. It was freaky to say the least!)
Back to the story. As they were waiting, I didn’t want to tell them that I couldn’t find my ID. We went out the door, as I’d searched everywhere in the room, under the bed, etc… We were in a cab on our way to the airport and they figured out — in dreams, I never see how they figure it out, or ever tell people things, they just know it— that I was missing it. As I feel the level of anxiety and distress steadily increasing due to the missing ID, somehow there’s an expert in the car, too, that is repeatedly uttering “If you don’t have your ID, you can’t board the plane.” “They WILL NOT let you through security if you don’t have it to show them.” “How do you expect to get your ticket handed to you if you don’t even have a way to prove it’s you.” So on and so forth. The dream ended, or rather, faded into the distance with me in tears pleading my case with the person scolding me.
I’ve always been VERY intrigued by dreams. Especially when they are quite relevant to personal experiences. I can see that the trip is my college journey, and that the suitcase is full of “necessary materials”. I’m guessing the designer handbag is the icing on the cake, because it was literally sitting on top of the suitcase. Did I mention that the suitcase was huge??? I think the handbag represents something I desire as in my eventual career as a nurse…because I desire that career as much as I desire that incredible purse that I will NEVER pay $800 for. Even my “Burberry” purse is a $25 knockoff! 
I’m still quite perplexed as to what the missing ID represents. My friend today suggested that perhaps it’s my diploma. I agree that is a fair assessment. Somehow, tho, in my dream it was something that seems more like a tool I need to succeed that I have within proximity, but can’t locate. Kind of like when you reach for a glass of water in a dream but you never can really grab ahold becuase, in reality, you’re simply grasping at air with your raised hand.
So, please, my friends, I am very curious to know your thoughts and ideas on this. I’m always open to hear others opinions on things like this.
As for me, I guess I’m looking again for something to compare and contrast!!!!!
Goodnight to you all!
