Night of the Storm

In this essay I explore, once again, the mystery of my repetitive dream (see links in my essay), the latest variation being:

I am homeless, only $10 000 in bank, thinking I should buy a bike first and foremost so I can get around, no job, knowing nobody, no resources. Wandering about with no plan, no ideas of what to do., nowhere to go, simply moving forward…somewhere…

This dream, plus an experience Anita and I had, when caught in a storm last night, led to this essay: THE NIGHT OF THE STORM: my repetitive dream, once again!

The image below (see essay) shows the ancient footsteps of a mother and child walking step by step into the unknown future, just as we must do today….