You met me at a very strange time in my life in And here we go.

Two recurring dreams, with almost the same setting and nearly the same characters.
It’s bizarre and frustrating that I can’t figure out what they mean and even why they are occurring.

I understand dreams may be interpreted as answers to a question we haven’t asked, a premonition or just brain trying to warn us of something in most cryptic, impossible to comprehend way possible.

Is this another push from the universe, showing me the possibilities? Should I choose to push a bigger rock every day? Time to take on more responsibility?
Me, safe in my comfort zone, rotting away perhaps and universe can’t have that.

Both dreams scare me.

Conventionally, the age of fascination and adventure is over. I should be focusing on setting plans in motion for retirement or enough passive income before I spoil myself with hobbies that consume way more money than time.

I should push a bigger rock every day, I should take on more responsibilities.

For all my anxiety and insecurities, the two dreams, even with all their demands that simply can’t with right now.

It’s nice to have happy, bizarre, warm dreams again.
Would be nicer to actually live them for once too, in this life time, perhaps.