The Recurring Dream

It has been a while. Real life and change gets in the way.
You never really notice when it begins and it doesn’t always begin in the same way. Dreams are like that I guess and the speculation of what they are, where they come from and what they may mean is as varied as the dreams and realities around us. Yet the central theme, at least for this dream, is always trying to get somewhere, or rather back to somewhere, in a somewhat familiar landscape, usually a city, more often than not familiar, and never quite seeming to be able to find your way, back. Very, very frustrating , yet the way, the way back, just seems to become more and more convoluted. There are recognizable landmarks along the way. An unavoidable car accident, fender bender, nothing serious, just car damage but nothing you could have done to prevent it except not being at the particular place at the particular time, or so it seems. Somehow the love that got away surfaces again after so long an absence. Different concerns thrown into the mix. Subconscious and memory and purpose, oh my.