Come dreams what may...

Once upon a time, I dreamt on a regular basis.

I still dream, don't get me wrong, but my dreams are more often than not "normal" or "realistic".  The fantastical dreams I had growing up have given way as the years have passed and the occasionally wild and vivid dream now tends to surface only under times of distress.

Last night, I awoke several times to the sharp memory of a reoccurring dream.  A mountainous setting, on the open road leaving town, only to be called to return to a local cafe by the Big Man Himself.  Dreams rarely make sense and this is more likely one of those times, but the fact that I awoke at the same point in the story each time, startled and disturbed, has me pondering the meaning of this vision.  The fact that I don't necessarily feel as if I'm under that much undo stress leaves me that much more perplexed.

This is likely one of those times when this particular story has no follow up.  I share, however, because of the haunting nature of this reoccurring dream as well as its markings as an unfinished thread.  Come dreams what may.