A dream telling me another story...

While I was relaxing myself on my bed around passed noon, I suddenly fell into asleep, and had a very short dream. It didn't last long, and neither did my sleep. 

In the dream, I was riding a bicycle on a pedestrian bridge. However the bicycle suddenly broke into pieces. Really into pieces. I strongly remember the image that I was holing only the handle piece. 

Then I woke up feeling that it is not just an ordinary dream, but a message from somewhere and somebody. According to dream dictionary that I looked up, it symbolizes that man are sort of lost in direction of life, and need to be very clear about the direction of life. 

"Why? Why do I have to had this dream?"

I've sort of already lost the direction of my life at this moment for almost 6 months just relaxing myself everyday not working. I already know that my future is not clear ahead. So what's the point to have this dream?

Feeling unease for a while, I realized later in the evening what it meant to me. Before leaving for Vienna in 2 weeks, I just had to have this dream to have more clear understanding of the situation around me. 

The next day, I decided to see my tarot reader to check if my comprehension is right ore not. All the card she drew was lining up with logic explanation that synchronized with my dream and comprehension. 

My role is not still complete yet, and that's why my trip to Vienna was postponed for 6 months  in the first place.

When I arrived to my favorite view point to see today's crescent, and switched on my iPhone camera, the time says it's 19:22.

Another "22", and still and still around me to tell something important....

Masami