Ok, so I'm not normally one to read to much into my dreams but this one seems significant and I hope against hope that it will be. Here goes, in rushed, sleepy prose:

The first part I can remember (I'm pretty sure there was more) starts at the bottom of a hill in an urban area where I am watching these kids do tricks on their bikes and such. One of the kids in a pack with maroon and gold bikes breaks off from the group and heads up the hill into a cul de sac (sp?). He then, while still in motion, transfers from the bike to some kind of a scooter and then to an indy style racecar and goes back down he hill. At the bottom of the hill he gets on some other moving object and suddenly I'm in the car on a racetrack. Not knowing what the hell I'm doing, I start spinning out and eventually end up in the middle of the track, trying to rejoin the race but not wanting to endanger any of the other drivers.

Somehow, I get out of the car and am sitting there in the grass when a tall, skinny man comes out to transport me (I was assuming I was in trouble at this point) back to the outside of the track. We have to go through some kind of a built-in elevator shaft to do so. He stomps on the ground below us and suddenly this circle of sod we are on starts sinking, quickly into the ground. This is the scary part. There are no handles, no walls in the shaft and we are descending very, very quickly. For some reason, I am falling faster than the man and am sprawled out, hanging on for dear life because I'm falling off of the sod circle. He is still in hearing distance and can't figure out why we are falling so far so fast or why I'm falling at a different rate either. His only suggestion is because I weigh less than him.

Anyway, I crash to the bottom without getting hurt and end up in this very tight little space. I move out of the way so that he doesn't land on top of me and take some time orienting myself, relying on the fact that gravity would tell me what was down. I remember that I had to squeeze through a tiny opening to get into the main passage (like a brick sewer system). There was a light on. I waited for the man, but the person that crashed down was none onther than Kimberly Ness.

Even in the dream, I realized at this point that this was a process of spritiual growth, vocational discernment, rite of passage or something based on her prescence. So Kim squeezed through the opening into the passageway and we started to find our way out. Just around the corner there was a staircase that was somehow a PC(USA) document that I can't place now, but that in the dream seemed very familiar to me. We climbed the document and at the top (definetly not as far of a distance and we had fallen) we were back at safety thinking "Well, that was too easy."

And then I woke up.

So yeah... if this isn't a reflection on my vocational turmoil lately, I don't know what is. If you've got any insight as to what the details or overall message might be, please let me know.