"See fantasy is what people want, but reality is what they need. And I just retired from the fantasy part." -Laryn Hill
I had a dream last night. I was with a woman who represented an unapologetic, free, honest version of my own creativity + soul. We were trapped together in someone's apartment because the roads were blocked. I couldn't see very well and my head was spinning, like someone had hit me hard. I could barely walk, and was disoriented.
The woman told me to go speak to the officers at the roadblocks. I followed her out. She came to the first roadblock, looked at the officer, and walked right past him, ignoring his presence and authority. When she did, he opened the road for her. I didn't even have to speak to him. When we came upon the next roadblock, we found the road had been open all along. The block was an illusion.
This speaks to me. It's freedom time--the day for walking straight through my roadblocks. To wake up and rebel against my own inner oppressors. It's no ones job but my own to be myself.