Dreams are, at best, only vaguely exhilarating or terrifying to those who dream them. I'm not talking about the life plan Iwantotbeagrandslamwinner Iwantotbeanastronaut kind of dreams, I mean the ones after you fall asleep. Still, what the hell, I'll forge ahead.
When I first quit my job, I had so many dreams about being in a car and lost. Circles, backing up, taking the wrong road, not recognizing the map. Once the car went up a hill and ran out of gas halfway, and I had to coast back to a freeway on- ramp. Sometimes I'd wake up from a nightmare but realize, of yes, I know how this seed was planted.
Then, in month two, the dreams got kinder. Tooling around, good views, pastures and such.
Last night I had a dream that I quit work and was driving home, down a very steep hill. In the distance, I saw a beautiful huge old building with towers (in my dream I said "edifice" but I really don't know what an edifice is). And the thought occurred, I've been driving this same road for many years and never ever noticed this building and the beauty of this building before. So I slowed down, then slowed down some more, and more, and the sky and the clouds and the building were so lovely, increasingly lovely.
Well, that's kind of it. There was a bit more -- maybe I said something weird that seemed profound at the time. Dreams are like that.