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I had a dream last night—I’ll save you the full details (unless you want them), but let’s say William Shatner, a large scared Husky and a fictional opera diva, Leonore (on whom I had my first celebrity crush, evidenced by walking up to her in the dream to tell her how stunningly she had influenced me and bursting into fan tears) were all there.

The closing scene: I was in a car, recovering from my dreamvening, talking to my mom on the phone. After I’d gone a few blocks, I said, still teary from Leonore and the Husky and Captain Kirk (really Shatner-slash-McConaughey), “How do I get from here to your house?” –silence- “Well?” and woke, clear as a bell at my usual, 532am.

How do I get from here to. . .? Have you ever asked yourself? Are you asking it now? What’s the conundrum?

Is that your real question?

Let’s go deeper:

Where do we go from here?

What do we do when we get there?

How do we do what we do when we get there?

Are these the right questions?

What about: what is my passion?

How do I express my values?

Does it matter where I’m going if I’m not living at my highest vibe right here, right now?

What are your questions? Dreams? Do you have answers to share here? Leave a comment, take a comment.

Photo by David Masters, used under a Creative Commons license.

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