You know how as you get older, you figure things out and life starts to make more sense? Yeah, me neither.
The other night I had a dream that I was mountain biking with my mom, who is in her late 70’s. To the best of my knowledge she is not a mountain biker. I’m pretty sure the dirt on those sneakers I saw in the hallway during my last visit came from the garden.
In the dream I drove a car through a thick forest. The vehicle was some ridiculous jacked up Baja-buggy thing which, of course, belonged to Mom, who was graciously letting me drive it. It had some type of energy-drink logo on the side, metal roll bars arcing over our heads, and huge tires.
At least this wasn’t as ridiculous as the dream my Dad told me about one time. He was driving a snowplow for our town during a blizzard and took out a low-slung sports car buried in the snow.
So Mom and I rolled into a dirt parking lot. The towering trees were the deepest shade of green imaginable. I was jazzed to find that the lot was empty save for one car. This was gonna be a great, uncrowded bike ride.
But in the next mind-scene we had one our bikes upside on the ground. We were trying to fix the crank-thing with the teeth that the chain rolls over. But as we worked, the chain kept falling off.
I’ll bet if I asked a psychologist about this he’d say it was a Freudian chain-slip. He’d tell me tighten the links in my relationship with Mom, or something. And then he’d charge me $160.00.
Yes, it might be time to stop trying to understand how the world really works. I think the Buddhists call this “surrender.”
But here’s the thing. I woke up quickly from the dream after the third or fourth attempt at chain-repair. And my very first thought was “Oh, right, it’s Mom’s anniversary today. I totally forgot. I need to give her a call.”
I’m very grateful to have received that reminder. But like I said, I surrender.