This morning I had a very strange dream about an RV crash. I dreamed I was riding in an RV that was huge, at least as big as my apartment and the interior looked more like a hotel. The driver was trying to ease the vehicle out of a curved driveway. The vehicle slowly rolled over. I was supposed to keep track of who was taken out of the vehicle, but people weren't telling me. There were animals both real and plush toy on the vehicle and I could hear them all talking to me and they wanted to be rescued too. Since no one was remembering to tell me who they were rescuing, I started rescuing the animals.
I have recently taken a position on the board of a local organization. I think the members need to concentrate on using their manners. The last two meetings felt like I was trying to stop a team of runaway horses.
Socially and romantically I realized that I tend to identify with rescued cats and kittens.
Does anyone have any other ideas about this?
updated by @debbie-winchell-loving-dove: 03/08/17 12:45:19AM