Last night, I had a dream that I chopped off my own feet. As absurd as this seems in real life, in the dreamscape the feet seemed like redundant attachments to my body – a nuisance of biology. I remember merely looking at them with disdain, and without further thought, severing them with a clean cut. There was no blood and gore and the whole process felt, in fact, clean. Unfortunately, the following portion of the dream consisted of me overwhelmed with regret and desperately wishing for my feet back, pleading to God that this was all a dream (ha! a dream within a dream). Yet all that greeted my downward gaze were sad stumps where feet had been.
I woke up at 5am with cold sweat and damp aching shoulders. Frantically googling the meaning of my dream, I came across a site called Dream Dictionary. “Amputating a limb,” it said, “indicates an inability to move forward in life.” It sounded like pseudoscience, but the relevance was uncanny. I had been stuck mentally for a while now, and was now metaphorically stopping myself from going anywhere. It was a dream that manifested from the darkest sides of my reality, but more than anything, it was a wake up call to my troubled directionlessness.
What does it really mean to feel stuck, to be in a rut and to feel like you never had a grip on the life that is passing you by? I had been given a sign, and this time I will not let it slip by.
Musings of a Leaf 
hope you’re doing alright kathy! ive been having lots of crazy dreams too recently
It’s been a period of many weird dreams for me! Hope you and the family are doing well!!
We’re a funny generation, I think. We’ve had less paths to take, and those path that we could take can make us feel quite trapped. I think though that as long as we are moving, breathing, living, and doing something (anything; not *work* per se) we are moving forward 🙂
I completely agree! I think just getting up and making progress every day is a win – and progress could be anything in the world. 🙂