👀 Finding Guidance Within: Velociraptors, Good Omens, and a Mustachioed Guide

As we entered the bustling hotel lobby, guests in their swimsuits enjoyed lunch at the various tables. My daughters and I found a table, but they needed to use the restroom, so I quickly searched for it. We stumbled upon a peculiar room with a missing wall, revealing a void and a rusty, floating spaceship containing the bathroom. A small, chicken-sized velociraptor growled at my youngest daughter, causing her to cry. We rushed into the chamber, and while waiting outside, I encountered a tall, mustachioed man—strikingly similar to a character from Netflix's "One Hundred Years of Solitude" series. His face seemed strangely familiar.

He revealed that we were long-lost cousins, and soon I found myself regarding him as my spiritual guide. The second part of the dream had us boarding a train to explore extraordinary lands and meet fascinating characters that I no longer remember despite my best efforts.

Before you ask what I had for dinner, let me assure you that dreams like this are a rare occurrence for me. Amidst the fantastical journey my mind took me on, it became clear that what I was looking for was guidance from this newfound shamanic relative to navigate the complexities of the world today.

I know I'm not alone in feeling despair about the current state of the world, experiencing fatigue from the never-ending news cycle, and adopting a cynical view of the future as ashes rain from the sky on the other side of the country. I think it’s only natural that I wished for someone with a calm voice and clear answers.Cue Paul Simon's song: “Why am I short of attention? Got a short little span of attention. And, whoa, my nights are so long. Where’s my wife and family? What if I die here? Who’ll be my role model now that my role model is gone, gone?”

Reflecting on my dream, I realized that the distant relative who talked to me was none other than myself —a fitter, more handsome version of what I always aspired to be. The revelation mirrors the age-old tale of how change comes from within. Although I haven't fully grasped how to be my own mentor, the idea, for now, intrigues me.

At one point in the dream, I glanced out the window and spotted a white, mop-like creature —a cross between Falkor and Zero— floating near a river, its side boasting a black and white zebra pattern. The mustachioed man assured me that seeing such an animal before a journey was a good omen, and I couldn't help but believe him.

Thank you for reading, and remember to stay curious -even in oneiric lands.