What are you driving?

In my dream I was riding in my brand new forest green Ford F-150 truck.

Yes, it looked like that. I was a cute 20 something with a good job (obviously, if I had bought that truck), had bought the truck myself, and I had lots of attention from cute guys. Although that may have just been because of the vehicle I was driving.

In reality, I’m an aging 30-something mother of 5 who drives an aging 1998 Dodge Caravan with built in carseats.

It’s full of coats, blankets and chairs, water bottles and even soccer balls from the constant soccer games and other activities we go to. It’s also got about 5 pounds of crumbs, cereal and fruit snacks embedded into the carpet and seats. There are papers and books on the floor, probably even a library book. There are CD’s in there like Kid’s Rock and Baby Mozart, along with the Wicked soundtrack and some Mormon Tabernacle Choir. When I drive it I do not get a lot of attention from cute guys, unless of course you count my husband and my sons.

I have no idea why I dreamed about the nice new Truck (and how I even knew that F-150 was a kind of truck–where did that come from?), except that maybe I’m longing for my youth.

As it turns out, I’m exactly where I want to be right now. If I didn’t have the kids to crumb up and clutter my vehicle, I’m sure I would be lonely and sad. If we weren’t busy with soccer and other activities, sure we’d have more time at home, but if that’s what my kids are good at and really want to do, I’m happy that we can give them those opportunities. Although it’s starting to fall apart and has over 126,000 miles on it, I really do love my van. I would, of course, love it to be cleaner, however. Maybe the dream is telling me that today is the day we need to go to Supersonic.