Stress Monkey Dreams

[mlerules]

So I'm starting on a new project today and I'm not as prepared as I could be, but it'll be fine. My SubConc Mind, however, has decided to take charge and let me know that I should be far more prepared...and filled my dreams last night w/massive stressness as punishment and a reminder of WHY I prefer being ready and on top of matters. Here's the deal: when I travel, I tend to pack ahead of time, usually several days ahead of time. That way I'm not rushing around at the last minute when I'm more likely to forget important items. This reduces my stress and adds to my pleasure. In last night's dream, I realized that I was leaving to catch the plane to Europe in less then TEN (10) MINUTES, yet I hadn't showered or finished packing. Everything I had to do crowded my mind all at once. Can you say analysis paralysis? Can you say fear...and panic (and a fair share of self-loathing)? Adding to the mix was some other sh!t my SubConc decided to lay on me. Not quite sure what it means. Details are leaking outta the back of my skull even as I write this. The bits I can glean from the residue: spending the night somewhere...ending up in bed w/PR...things getting interesting...feeling massively conflicted (should I or shouldn't I)...ending up deciding against...seems like the better decision these days when uncertain 'bout such matters. Meanwhile, the kitties are being incredibly loving (now that I'm finally home for a night), insisting on sleeping with me, preferably on my face. Smothers Bros ('cept Havana's a she). Trying to keep in mind Sheryl Crow's line: "Life is what happens / When you're making plans."