I dreamt I was 24 years old. I’m not. Not by a long shot.
But the stating of my age was so specific and clear that I keep looking for significance.
Am I somehow as much a young person as I am an old person? Am I not old at all?
Is there a message for me? Is this knowledge being given to me?
I don’t usually remember dreams. I don’t remember much else of this one either. Hence my intrigue.
I am going to let it float and bounce around me for a while. See whether any insights come later… whether any not yet imagined perspectives bring new light. Maybe the key arrived before the lock.