Austin City Limits

I promised myself I would hit the ground running, but it was more like a slow walk, maybe even a crawl. I was supposed to go to Austin City Limits last night, but I couldn’t drag myself out. Too worn out, and that was just one day in the big city. It was all those private jets in Austin and Dallas, all heading north to DC. I’ve had a recurring dream, variations, and it’s a pretty weird image, nothing I can get handle on. I finally figured out it’s in New Mexico, some sort of an institution, like a college or university, and it’s like a guest room or a dorm room. Now this is thing, there’s fresh water on the floor of the communal bathroom and the strangely appointed guest room I’m supposed to sleep and study in. [Water represents emotions, in the usual scheme of dreams.] All I ever recall are snippets from this dream, but the ochre backgrounds, the high ceilings, the tile floors, the appointments in the furniture, it reminds me of New Mexico, a state facility, and the water is the central problem. Since I had this dream again last night, and I finally realized where and what it was, I figured I’d better write it down.