When Friday Mom asked in comments below how it felt to have grasped my recurring dream, I admitted that it was both exciting and scary. Then I typed, but deleted, the following question:
“Will I be able to let my Priestly Self (represented by Clergyman) have the keys and the driver’s seat?”
That night I had two new dreams.
1) Clergyman reappears, once again proposing that we go off together. This time I demur thinking of my husband, rather than his wife, which is an interesting shift in the theme. He is, however, irresistible. We get into some sort of big vehicle together, a dark SUV, I think (so tall it’s a stretch for me to get up and in) and take a dirt road out into the wild: woods, fields, countryside. Unlike the dreams in which I worry about Iconic Wife, there are no reassurances about my Spouse. Nevertheless I am wooed away, and he carries me off in his own powerful vehicle. He has a direction in mind, taking us away from the known and the predictable, off into new territory.
2) I am doing the Mom thing, picking up kids from afterschool activities. I see my friend Missionary Mom (a friend who is grappling with the balance between child-rearing and meaningful work), but leave her behind to do errands. I drive off in my station wagon, but the car stops running. I manage to pull it off the road into a parking lot and notice on the dashboard a light saying “Navigation Failure.” It turns out I’m in the lot of a garage; the mechanic tells me the car will not run again.
Friday Mom, any more good questions?