I’ve been having dreams the last month or so about being pursued by a police car and I think that I’m speeding yet I don’t actually get stopped. It’s like there’s a fear there that I’m going to get caught for something. I’m not quite sure what I’m feeling guilty about that I think that I’m going to get caught because I’ve been taking major inventory of my actions and thoughts. Maybe these dreams are a warning that I may do something wrong. In any case, I’ve been really, really been trying to be aware of what’s going on around me.
Now, I’m already running late to begin with trying to get to work. I’m often late for work and it doesn’t matter how hard I try, something seems to happen. Usually, it is my lil D begging me to stay with him and not go to work and saying good-bye for 10 minutes. I always feel terrible that I can’t stay and now he’s even been talking about homeschooling. He’s 6. How does he know about homeschool?? Anyway, back to this morning, I was struck with three instances of where I think the Universe was trying to tell me to slow down. First, some background info.
I live off of a super busy, super dangerous highway in my area. There are always accidents happening and there’s been a lot of ways that the DOT have tried to make it safer. Last year, there were several deaths due to the nature of how this highway is built with very little shoulder, people were struck because they couldn’t pull all the way off of the road. And since this is a major throughway, there are a lot of tractor trailers and freight vehicles. There are very few places that traffic can cross because many accidents happen due to the cross traffic.There were just some new barriers built to prevent cross traffic as well.The speed limit is 55 mph however it has been reported the average is 70 mph. There is also about a 7 mile stretch that is a “double fine corridor.” At the end of this corridor usually the state police are there to catch the speeders.
First thing that happens is that I get behind a really long trailer and had to sit for about 10 minutes while he was attempting to make a left turn across the highway. Let’s just say 7:30 a.m. is THE time everyone seems to be driving to work. Some people who were behind me ended up turning around and going to another entry point. I just stayed, calming myself thinking that I can be patient.
When I finally get on the highway, I drive very fast…yes, I was speeding. My speedometer said 70ish. Lo and behold, there’s a state trooper at the end of the double fine corridor. I did not slow down much – Sign 1. I did end up slowing down because I got behind a line of traffic at the exit – Sign 2. Then I was behind a tractor trailer again on the way to my mother-in-law’s and just drove normally. After I dropped of lil D, I return to the highway and don’t you know there was a tractor trailer pulled over by a state trooper just at the exit of my MIL’s – Sign 3.
I drove the speed limit the rest of the way to work and contemplated what all these signs meant. Life seems ominous at the moment. I had some work stuff going on as well that it along the same lines as slowing down that I’ll talk about later.
Thoughts? Have you had a similar experiences? This is such a weird thing right now.