I have this idea in my head for a book series but I have zero idea if it would be interesting to anyone or not and I'm afraid of my tendency to start things and then get bored with them super quickly.



I started this post with that line last night and then I guess forgot about it because that is what I do nowadays.

Though now I guess I can talk about my dream: I was in high school, and there was a soccer game going on.  Only thing was was that it was a home game, and I - for some reason - only had my away game jersey (which is green, while the home game one is white).  Instead of just going to the game, I decided I needed to find the white jersey no matter what, and I kept delaying going to the game in order to find it.  I looked everywhere I could think of, but couldn't locate it.  Even when one of my teammates came in, and I asked her where she found hers, she couldn't really help.  She just asked where I left mine from the previous year (even though we weren't allowed to keep our uniforms from year to year like that).

And I never did find that jersey.

Funny, when I woke up and told my mom this (as I tell her many dreams - she seems surprised and everything when I say how many I recall), she asked me what I thought it meant.  While she was joking, I did remark that Nancy and I would often go through my dreams and figure out what they meant in terms of my conscious self.

In this case, it probably means I'm searching for something - career choice, happiness, whatever just something - and I'm delaying going further in life in order to find whatever that is first.

Or something, I don't know.  Nancy is better at this dream-interpreting thing than I am.