The subconscious speaks

Last night, I had my first vivid 'freedom' dream since I resigned.

Can't remember all the details, but I was with a group of my old friends (whom I've not met in a while... must arrange a gathering soon) at some chalet/camp. I told them that I was jobless and suddenly, the dream took on a wonderful sense of flightiness (my favourite kind of dream!). Basically, the floor was wet cause it was raining and I started sliding/skating on the wet floor everywhere. I was going down corridors, swinging around pillars, flying down steps... The sense of freedom was really quite shiok! This is probably second to my next favourite dream of being able to soar through the air.

Oh well, there was an added bonus to this dream. For some reason, we had to fight a monster spider (yes, I know it doesn't make sense. It's a dream after all.) and when we defeated it, by stuffing it into some vending machine slot (don't ask me how, we just did it), a branch magically dropped (like an RPG game... obviously playing too much games... ). And you know the power of this branch? It could clean up everything with a simple wave! lolz. Talk about the subconscious speaking. I then skated around, waved the branch over the table, bed, bags, etc, and everything magically packed itself up. If only life was so beautiful. heh.

Then, as with all dreams, I had to wake up.

It was good, no, AWESOME, while it lasted.