Crossing the Line

"Simple Pleasures" - by Rassouli

I had a bit of interesting symbolism in this morning's dream.

I was on a train with a group of people - a few of which were friends and acquaintances. I don't know where we were going, but there was a point when our supervisor or teacher or guardian or whoever he was sat down and lit this string or line that stretched across the floor of the car. He said he'd light it if we wanted him to, but that once he did, we could not - under any circumstance - cross the line. 

So he lit the string (whatever it was), and it kind of looked like he was lighting a bomb. I watched the spark travel down the line... but nothing really big happened. Nothing blew up or exploded into flames. So there came a point when the train was stopping, and I was talking to an acquaintance about her getting off at the stop and picking me up a "peach color." It seemed like we were talking about paint (although it was reminiscent of dye from GW2). However, while I talked to her, I had unknowingly crossed the line. Nothing had happened to me, though. We stood there panicking, worried that the guardian/supervisor/whoever would come back and yell at us. I was tempted to jump back over the line, but was afraid of what would happen if I did. The scene shifted to GW, though, and I had the impression the line caused crippling and bleeding (lol). 

I found this dream very fascinating, because trains are a symbol of long-term travel, adventure, or journeying to me. The fact that there was a line I wasn't allowed to cross made it even more interesting. What line can't I cross? Ah, but see - I crossed it anyway. I did it unknowingly, simply because I was absorbed in a conversation. Is this reflective of my desire to take risks, or go against the wishes of an authoritative figure (my parents?) for the sake of adventure and experience? Seems like it. 

And the best part? When I crossed that line, nothing happened to me. We were freaking out over nothing. In fact, we were more worried about the supervisor's reaction than what would actually happen to me for crossing it. I'm not sure whether the bleed/cripple thing is involved, though, because that part seemed disconnected from the rest of the dream. But even if it is involved, crippling and a few stacks of bleeding can't hurt me. Hahaha. 

In other news, my dad just left a little while ago to go to the airport. He's going out-of-state for something work-related and won't be back until Friday. There's a lot of travel going on right now: dad's work thing today, godfather leaving tomorrow (big sigh of relief), dad coming back on Friday, dad leaving for a brief trip to China a week from today and coming back a few days later, etc. I'm on break and I still feel like I'm in school, what with so much crap going on.

I paid a visit to SF yesterday evening because I was feeling a bit nostalgic. Talked with a couple familiar faces and was even about to receive a reading from WW, until he ran off abruptly with something more important to do. It made me miss being a part of that community. 

But the thing is... I don't feel like I can offer anything anymore. Sure, I can help answer questions and spend most of my energy on readings, but there's always going to be those people that I would rather not hear from. And - well - I don't miss all the drama.

Eh, I don't know. Maybe getting involved at SF again would help me feel more connected. I was thinking about even having a mini-livestream day while I'm on break. I don't know. I'll dwell on it.

A lazy day awaits.