Fickle Food

I had a strange dream last night.
I dreamed my husband and I just jumped in our mini van and took off! We didn’t tell anyone where we were going, just took off like we didn’t have a care in the world! I kept asking him where we were going and he’d say, “I don’t know, lets just head in a direction and drive till we run out of gas.”
“And then what?” I asked.
“We’ll bed down in the back of the van and go again tomorrow!” He said.

For some reason the dream had a really powerful effect on me. It’s been on my mind all day and has colored my thoughts. Even though taking off that way is completely out of character for us. We NEVER do anything without at least some planning. We have our kids and our pets to consider and my mom and sister freak out if they don’t know where we are, and his job demands that he be accessible in case of emergency. And I really can’t see us “bedding down” in the back of the van, either. We aren’t good campers, we both have bad backs and allergies, in fact, I sold our camping gear at our last yard sale.

Still, that dream keeps popping into my head.