Gold Medal

The dream began with me crossing the finish line of a beautiful indoor track - the enormous crowd cheering from the stands - flashbulbs punctuating the air. A gold medal was placed around my neck. I had just won an OLYMPIC MARATHON!! (In running spikes no less.) I look to my left and see that my friend Emily has won the silver medal. (Emily is an avid runner... no, a crazy runner...she's on a team...a TEAM!) Then the guilt struck me. I'm sure Emily wanted the gold medal more than I did. I'd never run a marathon before and just plodded my way through whereas she's been training her whole life for this. My bad - sorry Emily for winning the gold medal of your dreams.

Next I'm leaving the arena, still very aware of the medal around my neck and hoping others will notice it. I'm switching shoes like Mr. Rogers into some more comfortable Vans. Then I see a woman in a wheelchair about to approach some stairs. She needs help. Emily and I go to her (only Emily isn't Emily anymore...she's my friend Stephanie). We approach the woman and realize it's none other than GLORIA ESTEFAN! Of course! She explains that she's got a broken ankle ('guess she won't be doin the "conga" any longa) and needs help down the steps to her car. Stephanie grabs the foot rest of the wheelchair and tells me to grab the back and we'll lift her (I was a little intimidated and impressed with Stephanies effortless strength...had she been working out?). I go with the plan though I was just going to slowly help the chair down each stair. Once we get her situated in the driver's seat, I decide to snoop around the back of her Rav-4. There is a kid's booster seat, McDonald's fries everywhere, and the back window is painted in a Star Wars theme. I was kind of surprised that this was how G.E. rolled.

Afterthat - the dream turned into a montage of bad roommate situations, trying to figure out sleeping arrangements, and being nervous in my underwear.

Interpretation: Why did I succeed at something I've never tried before, and beat someone who's VERY good at it? Perhaps I'm feeling a little overly confident lately. Maybe I feel like I could be good at a new skill if I applied myself. Meeting a crippled Gloria Estefan? I downloaded a couple of her songs yesterday...not sure why that put her in a wheelchair.