Coming Down the Mountain 28

I had another one of those dreams last night where I was stuck in the airport and could not get on the flight, this one bound for Berlin, because the customs personnel made me lay my credit cards out on the conveyor belt and they rolled inside of the machine. I made them tear apart the device, but they could not find the cards, and once again, I missed my flight.  I was flying out of London, I seem to be in London a lot in my dreams lately, and there is always an airport, and I am always missing the flight, stuck in the airport, on the way out of the dream.  I do feel most alive when I am travelling overseas.  These dreams seem to be telling me that I am not fulfilling my soul’s desire; that I am ready to go, but that something is holding me back.  I am there at the airport, but I can’t seem to get onto the plane.  Perhaps that can also be seen in a spiritual sense. I am meditating, but do not feel as if I am getting up there in that transcendent sky.  One of these days I will get on that plane and it will fly away, if I keep showing up to the airport.

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