I just woke up from a dream which I am going to describe here. I dreamed that somehow I had found myself far from home as if I had been kidnapped or something. I stole one of the kidnappers cars and began driving away to get back home. It looked like I was in the 90's or 80's because there was no Google maps or GPS to tell me where I was going. As a result of that I ended up in all 50 states at some point. While in each state I did fun things but in my heart what I wanted the most was to get home. In this dream I could fly and even that felt like it took forever to get me where I wanted to go. The only thing guiding me home was my heart. I let my heart guide me home. When I got there both my parents were old and they had been so worried about me. I had been gone for years. I hugged them and told them I was alright. I told them and my siblings all about my travels. After a few more years of living together I had to bury my parents. I woke up sobbing because the thought of my parents dying made me sad. I'm still crying as I write this. Even the thought of moving out is making me sad. I want to move out but I would be terribly homesick. It happened in college. And I guess that's another reason why I dropped out. My heart wasn't in it. I guess this dream means change will happen and I'm just going to have to accept it even if it makes me sad. Now, I don't know where my heart lies or who it belongs to. But I do know that I love you guys with all of my heart.