  I HAD THAT DREAM AGAIN LAST NIGHT I have this reoccuring dream from time to time and I had it again last night. It's like someone who works in your office building that you find attractive and you see on the elevator from time to time. It always starts out on Fisherman's Wharf in San Francisco. It's late evening and foggy. There is a chill in the air, but it's not cold.
The street lights have golden globe halos around them that leave a bread crumb trail along the edge of the streets. I follow them to a sidewalk cafe where an old Asian woman smiles at me from behind the counter. The Hansel and Gretel metaphor is not lost on me, but I smile back and order a cup of coffee.
The paper cup warms my hand and the solidity of the mass of the cup and coffee sends a surge through every molecule in my body. I feel strange, but in a good way. It's as if a part of me is waking up from a long, deep sleep. It's what I imagine it must feel like when your astral body leaves your physical body during astral projection. I walk over to the railing of the pier. I gingerly sipping my coffee so that I do not burn my tongue and live with the consequences for several hours.
When I hold the coffee close to my mouth, the aroma gently floats up my nose and soothes my olfactory muscles. The heat causes cultivates a bit of condensation on the lower part of my face. I do not know why I'm in San Francisco, but I'm comfortable being there. I don't live there, but I do feel at home. I don't know where I am staying or if I even know anyone in the city, but I feel comforted like a small child near his mother or father. I just sip my coffee and listen to the ships and seagulls and the activity of the shops along the pier.
Although there seem to be no other people around, I'm not alarmed. It's funny, but I think I just figured out the meaning of my dream. Trust the flow of life and know that no matter what happens, you will always be taken care of. The people you need to help you will always appear when the time is right. I like this dream. 
