Empty Handed

“It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.” ~ Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated

I dreamt I was taking a trip to the Philippines.  I had left work with my friend, L, and we got on the train to head to the airport.  There was a pit-stop to eat at my work cafeteria.  We had to exit the train and leave our bags on the patches of grass outside of the building.  I remembered that I had two bags when I first boarded the train, but when I got off, I only had one.  I was upset I had lost one bag, so I told L to go ahead to the cafeteria and that I would catch up with her once I found my missing bag.  I backtracked on foot, while still carrying the one bag that I had left, and looked down on the patches of grass for my missing bag.  I could not find it, so I decided to head back to where the train originally dropped us off.  I was agitated that I lost my other bag, but was grateful anyway that at least I had the one bag.  My shoulders felt heavy though, and so I decided to put down the bag that I was carrying.  I was horrified to find out that the bag that I was carrying was not even my bag, but was instead a sort of backpack child seat.  I collapsed on the ground, crying for my two missing bags, and for the empty child seat.

2 thoughts on “Empty Handed

  1. My friend Hoshi (blog link on my own page) had an almost identical dream. Have a think about what the baggage represents and whether your tears at their disappearance were of loss or relief. I can't comment on the baby seat

  2. The dream seems so simply symbolic…but they never really are simple, are they? Myself, I've been carrying others baggage for about 5 months now. I have to learn to put it down because unless I do, they'll never carry it themselves. PS Everything is Illuminated is one of my very most favorite movies of all time! ::hugs::

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