In case you're wondering what I'm blathering about, I have over the past week or so been plagued by dreams in which I'm running late for some thing or another, usually work, but no matter how hard I try or how hard I push, I just can't get there. The most common motif is that I'm trying to run or walk, but my legs feel heavy and leaden like I've already been running a marathon and I'm just plain worn out; another common motif is that when I finally get where I've been heroically pushing through to, what I was looking for has up and moved, forcing me to sigh, take a deep breath, and keep on running after it.
Last night was a good example: I was trying to get to work and I found myself mysteriously at that mall in Schaumburg, IL, across the street from MFF instead. I figured that while I was there I'd pop into the Starbucks and get some breakfast (since I was already late for work anyway and hadn't eaten), only to find that they'd moved it from the end of the mall where I thought it was, to the other end of the mall, so I headed off towards it, stiff tired legs and all, watching the time go from 9:30 to 10:30 to 11:15 in rapid succession. I woke up before I even got there, much less before I got work.