Dream: I realized I was late to a party. I drove down a street near the Cockrell Engineering building in University of Texas at Austin campus. I took a left turn, and I was surprised that it was a one way street. All the incoming traffic was headed towards me at a fast speed due to the hill being very steep. I swerved to the far right shoulder as quickly as I could, but a car slammed against the left side of my car. My car flipped over and hit a chain link fence. There were lots of sparks, but I was unharmed. I call my boyfriend, “Just got in a serious accident, and I probably won’t make it.”
I wake up feeling a little confused. I’m a careful driver, so how does this happen? The first thing that comes to mind the phrase “to go against the grain” probably because of driving into incoming traffic. The engineering building in my dream represents a lot of things for me. I formally applied to UT Austin for their engineering department, but got declined and got accepted into their Liberal Arts department instead with scholarships.
I was initially disappointed, then I fell completely in love with the experiences that I had studying in the liberal arts department. I vacillated between two decisions for some time. I went against the grain of what was expected of me especially from the guys I worked with in the electronics lab, and it was frightening. I faced a lot of friction from my former instructors.
However, I kept kindling the fire of my new passion. Databases abundant with interesting articles filled the curious regions of my mind and tugged at my heart. It was a fascinating experience that changed my life. Funny how going down one fork in the road can lead to such a different path!
Coincidentally, I was reading Laura Bailey’s post with her poetry. She concludes:
I‘m a rebel. Refuse to be governed by the those who through some measure of success now dictate the trend. Art and poetry should be free to express itself in many forms and appreciated in them all. I love free verse or free form poetry but I also love the patterned and rhyme. I find beauty in them all and refuse to allow my scope to be narrowed, so for me, I’ll explore the old roads and cut the new ones of tomorrow.