What was I doing and where was I going?
It also makes me think of dream time. Last night was one of those nights that the weirdest bits of dreams and bits of this and that played out on the subconscious chalk board. I often wonder if it is when the subconscious decides to sort through all the hodge podge information and file it away. Bits of memories, commercials, movies and tv shows, sign posts, conversations that have no useful purpose for the conscious mind and so it is lumped together for a file dump. All those pieces of memories floating around and then stored away. Chaos.
The LINESTRIDER'S Journey Tarot - Siolo Thompson