I’m getting sick of this travel dream already.
Again I was at the airport with my parents. We’re at our gate about ready to board and I realize that I’ve lost my purse. I’m wheeling around two suitcases and I’ve managed to leave my purse somewhere.
So then I have to run around the airport trying to find it and not miss my plane. My dad thinks that I left it in the bathroom. So I’m running to bathrooms searching. Interestingly there are other purses in there abandoned, but none of them are mine. My biggest fear is that someone is going to steal it but everywhere I look around the airport there are a ton of lost purses. I just keep looking and looking for mine but I can’t find it.
I’ve already looked at what an airport could mean - new adventure, freedom, ambition, hope, journey toward goals. A purse like car means identity. To lose your purse means loss of power and loss of identity.
I suppose that works for my life right now. I broke up with Brian, am exploring new options and my life is about to radically change. I do feel a little lost. I’m ready for something new and yet terrified by the thought of it. The fear isn’t going to stop me. What my parents have to do with it, I have no idea.
The last time I had a dream about my purse it was stolen out of my car in front of my aunt’s house. So this is yet another reoccuring dream to add to my collection.
As I was reading I was thinking that it was interesting that there were lots of purses available but none of them were yours. I was thinking of it in terms of men but the idea of identity works too. You’ve been doing a lot of work in that area recently. I think your ideas of what your purse looks like is changing a bit.
That’s a good thought. I’m wondering too if it has to do with the idea that I have to let go of my baggage to find out who I am.
Maybe its just a dream about purses. The one I was looking for was very cute - small and made of alligator skin and a deep red color. So you know that made me happy.