I had the running dream again last night.
In the BC days, when I had the running dream, someone or something was chasing me.
Now, I'm chasing something. It's not something concrete, like a bus to catch or a baby to save. I don't know what I'm after, but I can't get there fast enough. I run along the side of a picket fence and propel myself by pushing off the stakes, like a breast stroker, shoving back the water and then gliding.
I do it so that I can reach my unknown destination faster and save energy at the same time.
I'm exhausted now. Tonight, I don't want to dream of running. I just want to sleep.