In a dream I traveled, somewhere new, somewhere exciting, and the where, and the why and the mystery of it all had my heart pounding with anticipation and fear.
I did not travel lightly. The journey was bogged down, my arms burning from the weight of dragging heavy luggage behind me, my body fatigued and my mind twisted and worn from indecision and worry.
Without warning, I was lifted from the ground by a gentle breeze and I floated, gliding with ease over a large body of crystal clear water, floating high above with the clouds. I watched below as an expansive city came into view, tall buildings glittering with light and jewel-tone colors. The beauty was astounding and took my breath away. The city grew closer and closer until the wind dropped me gently on the shore of this new city.
Yet, though I had been deposited into paradise, with all the excitement of the future before me, all I felt was panic as I realized my luggage had been left behind on the distant shore.
How would I get my luggage back? What could I do? How would I ever live without it?
I walked the jeweled streets hunting for a path back to my old neighborhood. I considered swimming back. I lifted my head to the skies, wondering if the breeze that flew me in would assist once again. All of it futile.
Finally, I found a security guard and asked him if he knew any way at all I could retrieve my missing luggage.
He looked me squarely in the eye and asked, “Are you really sure you want to do that?”
I woke up, never answering him.
I sat up, hugging my knees to my chest. Some dreams are just dreams. Some dreams are not.
Another word for luggage?
Baggage. I didn’t need much of a dream interpreter to spell this one out.
What baggage am I hanging on to that is keeping me out of a paradise-like future?
I am at a crossroads of sorts, my last child off to college, and have been in a decluttering mode. That would be the obvious place to look for baggage as I hesitate on each bit of clutter and the memories it holds. Stuff is not always just stuff when you can feel, remember and touch your children’s childhood in your hands. And yet, my home is not a museum, and stuff is not invited to stay.
But is that all there is? A warning dream about clutter?
We all carry baggage. Heavy baggage, that for some reason we are more comfortable carrying down the streets of our lives, living with the burning weight of its existence than letting go and being carried off with the breeze into our future.
What if we let go?
I’d let go… I think… if I knew what it was.
Maybe the answer is as simple as this:
Imagining ourselves on that distant paradise shore, and then asking ourselves… what is the thing that we would struggle not to go back to?
There it is. The Baggage. I found mine. Did you see yours?
Sure you want it back?
Joseph Ranseth says
Wendi, this really hits close to home right now as my wife and I just rented out our house and are downsizing so we can move to Costa Rica. Adopting a minimalist approach has had that same liberating effect on the mind as it really forces us to question: “Do we really need this?” from both a physical as well as a mental/emotional perspective. The introspection has cleaned up so much mental real estate and made life a much more enjoyable pace, even though nothing else has changed.
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christine Bull says
This is spot on. I’m lucky in the fact that I can let go very easily, perhaps too easily, of my baggage. Having said that, I learned a lesson some years ago when I lost most of my possessions in a house flood; you have to adapt pretty quickly to letting go of ‘things and stuff’ when that happens. Thought provoking blog, thank you.
Wendi, your dream had such a powerful message and it really spoke to me too!
I’m focusing on decluttering (my home and other aspects of my life). I’ve been feeling the weight of the baggage and how it slows me down and holds me back. Thanks so much for sharing!
Kim Eldredge - New Frontier Books says
YUM! Thank you for sharing this dream. After my move, in the process of unpacking, I realize how much STUFF I hold on to. And how much of that is actually the physical manifestation of what no longer serves me on an energy level. As I face yet MORE unpacking and releasing this weekend, I’ll keep your dream in mind.
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Donna Maria Coles Johnson says
Oh my goodness. Busted. My children are now 11 and 13, and it is time to purge. But every time I see the book bags from first grade — the ones with the little Dora the Explorer and Superman motifs — I get tearful at the idea of not having them. I guess I should create the habit now so I’m not shell shocked in a few years. The idea of my home being a museum is not all appealing, so that helps. Thanks for the post, and that little tidbit especially. I will remember that next time I see the book bags …