I woke up this morning from a dream in which I was stranded on an island*, far away from home, with no way of contacting anyone I loved and let them know that I was still alive.  This is the third time I’ve had a dream like this recently, although it’s feeling more like a series than repetition of the same dream.  I remember saying, in the one this morning, “The last time this happened, at least we found ourselves on a island with other people.  This time there’s no one!”  My dream self didn’t, even for a second however, ponder the improbability of being stranded on small islands in the middle of the ocean, more than once in a lifetime.

I kept trying to send out text messages, hoping that I’d be able to get a cell phone signal (although if I had a signal, why didn’t I just call someone?).  But the phone was destroyed, having spent far too much time in the water to be usable.  I was with other people, but in the dream I wasn’t to fond of them, and in my waking life they are unknown to me.

I’ve been awake for more than an hour now, and I still can’t shake the residual feelings of this dream.  Images from it hang over me although the details are rapidly erasing.  I’m not sure what it means.  Is it backlash from all the changes that have happened in my life recently, a sort of psychic processing?  Or is it an indication that more change is a’coming?

*No, I do not watch Lost, nor have I seen any commercials for it recently, so I do believe that my dreams remain unaffected by broadcast television.