The race

Lately I dream a lot. What I mean is that lately I remember my dreams (I could be dreaming every night but how can I tell if I don’t remember it?). My dreams differ in details but there’s a reoccurring pattern: there’s somewhere I have to be but I either can’t find the place or I’m late for my appointment; in both cases I miss to be where I have to be, I miss the right moment.

Interpretation: my time is running out.

Well, it’s true. In the race with time you can never be the winner.