I had a dream...

Not a good dream mind you. More of a nightmare. Remember that paranoia I was talking about a few posts back? About how something was going to go wrong and I would never make aliyah? Well as the days go by and hurdles are cleared there is less and less that could go wrong and so consciously I am getting less and less paranoid.
Apparently, my sub-conscious has yet to catch up with the rest of my mind. Here goes...

I had made it onto the plane! I was making aliyah! Matt was there too, obviously. Everything was going swimmingly! Until the plane started to spiral out of control. The pilot managed to safely land the plane on some main street in a small Western European country- like Belgium or Holland. The passengers were all ok. And that's all I remember. All things considered, not such a bad dream. No one got hurt...

But maybe this dream is more of a metaphor than a prophecy (not that I think my dreams are prophecies). Maybe it isn't telling a story of what is to come, but rather what has happened. How I once tried and failed and now I have to get up and try again. Only this time I am halfway there! Maybe my sub-conscious is more optimistic than I initially thought. Hmmmmmmmm.....