silly interludes increasing as i near the end of this blog and beginning Final, probably next week after setting beats in wet cement tomorrow and stepping away to let it gestate.
It's daytime, I'm trying to get somewhere, though I don't recall knowing where/what. But I do know that I am aggravated with the changes in direction re how-to-get-there I am encountering and the delay involved.
Then I come.across a woman who exudes in every way Glinda, the Good Witch in The Wizard of Oz. She notes my frustration and tells me, just as Glinda encourages Dorothy "you know you have the ticket." A beat before she continues, "you know you're going to get there."
(Affirmation tingle as I write this.)
End of dream.
Posted here because I know this screenplay is that ticket, pardon my (ever wavering) confidence.
And other dreams also involving the ticket to a flight, thinking/fearing I don't have it, then realizing I do.
