creating change

Even though posting every single day became a bit of a drag, looking back, I see the worth of my blog. I've been researching dream interpretation, themes and symbols making many of my nocturnal musings become clear. My acceptance on such matters is clearing mind space, allowing room for other creative thoughts. I am pleased with this. I am starting to see a progression of a journey. Before I started blogging, my dreams were most often about haunted buildings or a being hidden below the surface of a lake. Buildings and sometimes bodies of water represent human body. Now, most dreams frequently involve travel, transformation of myself or others, people I know or knew, home. Suggestively, I long for change, but still desire some roots or stabilitiy during the process. Here is my dream from last night.
fragments, transformation. The road is very icey on the highway 2 north, passing Innisfail, I am riding a imitation skateboard using a wallpaper scraper to remove the ice on the ashphault. There are people waiting to get through and I am happy to be plowing the road. Shift into a strange place, a strange house but my family and many cousins are all there. There is some kind of mini disaster, a blackout maybe, and we are cold, wrapped in blankets sitting down in the basement, but we are watching something on a TV perhaps. Muddled... My mom wants me to come downstairs and eventually, I grudgingly agree. I am not happy. I leave in a vehicle. It is dark out, but there are a few street lights or spot lights here and there. Driving down an alley, I find my car Daizy parked haphazardly in a man's backyard. A cute little dog is in the car. I let her out. I go inside to find Corey with a friend, an old man with a name I can't remember, but it is important. I tell him I let the dog out to pee because he left it in the car.