I dreamt I was at an airport desperately trying to find someone who had the keys to the car where my luggage and maybe my passport were. I knew it might already be too late to catch my flight. Three people might have the keys. I found the first, but she didn't have them. Then I woke.
When I woke, I wondered if the dream meant something. Then I thought, "I've moved on from my depression. I need to deal with my obsession and—" I went to sleep without writing down the third thing.
It's taken me hours to remember it, which is sad.
The third thing is compassion.
I need a key to free me from my current obsession and another to free my compassion. Then I can fly away.