The other day I had a traveling dream. We had gone away for a long time and had really set up camp in the hotel room. Mike’s flight went out before mine, so I was left with all the packing to do. There were so many things that we had spread around the hotel room, I was having a hard time getting them all and I had already missed my flight. I woke up when I realized that I wasn’t going to make it and they wouldn’t have another flight out of there until tomorrow.

I hate this dream. I have traveling stress dreams every once and a while. There is no reason for me to have one right now. I am not planning on going anywhere. It has been a couple of weeks since I last came back from a trip. I don’t know where this thing came from unless I was stressed about Cory coming to our place. The most preparation that we had to do was to go get the futon out of storage so he’d have something to sleep on. That was the most stressful thing in my itinerary and it was a piece of cake.

The worst part of that dream was feeling like I was all alone. It was solely up to me to make sure that all of our things got back home, including Mike’s asthma medication, the tea pot and all of our clothes. I guess the question is: how am I feeling alone right now? What personal chores have fallen unfairly on my shoulders?

In all honesty, there are no familial chores that have fallen on my shoulders. Mike has been pulling more than his share around the house. He has even started cooking meals at home so that we don’t have to eat out as often. I can’t think of anything right now that has burdened me. Work is the same. They ask so little of me that I have no problems keeping up with their requests and I still have time to stare off into space like a zombie.

Oh well. Maybe it was just a dream and has no basis in the real world. Maybe it’s just a memory of a time when I was stressed. Maybe my psyche misses stress and aggravation and now that I have a peaceful and relatively calm life, it feels uncertain.