Today was the second in a row in which I've had strange dreams immediately prior to waking in the morning.
Both dreams were ultra-vivid and realistic and, though not nightmares, still were unsettling. Both involved travel and centered specifically on my worry of being separated from my luggage. And both occurred close enough to the time I woke up that I remember details, though as through a haze.
In today's dream, I was traveling on a bus that I dimly remember as an older model, a cross between a school bus and a passenger bus.
As we made our way along what I recall was a rural road, I had a gnawing fear that once we got to my stop, I wouldn't have time to get to my luggage, which was stowed underneath in a compartment accessible from the outside.
Then I began having vague worries about the location of the stop itself, so I got up from my seat in the very back of the bus to walk up to the driver to ask a question. I asked my seat mates if any of them had questions for the driver, and a blond-haired fellow with a crew cut offered one, something about whether a night bus traveled straight through to a particular town or whether a transfer was needed.
I slowly made my way up to the driver. I recognize her now as a graphic artist from work with whom I'm friendly. I kept asking her the question that had been relayed to me by the blond kid, but she wouldn't answer. "I want to help you," I recall her saying. "But my husband and I are supposed to go to a fish restaurant along here but I forget the name and I need to keep my eye out for it."
We finally spotted the restaurant -- named Bard Heder, whatever the hell that means (and how did I remember that?) -- and then I woke up. I don't recall my question ever being answered.
In yesterday's dream, I remember being back in what I think was the rural Pennsylvania town in which I attended college. I wasn't a student but was staying in a dorm room for some reason, though it was set up more like a hotel room.
It was the day before school ended for the summer and people were hurriedly packing up possessions and preparing to leave. I recall having a difficult time getting all my things to fit in the one or two suitcases I had.
Fast-forward and I find myself in town on Main Street, at the bottom of a steep hill. I remember being aware of the time and worrying that I would miss my flight. So I started jogging up this steep hill. It was quite warm out and I was dressed in a suit. I was drenched as I made it back to the dorm.
I don't quite remember the details, but I had just minutes to grab my suitcases and go. I ran up to my room, but couldn't close my stuffed suitcases, which for some reason I had opened. I panicked. I also recall worrying about whether my travel papers were in order (a theme reflected in a dream last year in which I arrived at the airport without my passport).
And then I woke up.
I remember that these dreams were photographically clear and in color, even if I can't recall all the details now. My mannerisms and demeanor were exactly as they are in waking life.
What could they be trying to tell me?
Are they somehow connected to my surgery next month?
(I've had other dreams similarly fraught with symbolism, which you can read about here and here, if you like)