To Dream, Not to Dream

I’ve been remembering a lot of my dreams lately. Most of the time they are uneventful and are forgotten by the time I’m out of bed. However, there has been one dream that connects with my most current life situation.
I’m sitting at a table with a small group of people. It looks like a midevial board meeting. A decision has been made to search for someone who is running. I have no idea who this person is, why they are running, or the importance of finding this person.
The search party goes out but I’m to remain behind for now. I can’t remember if it was my choice to stay behind or if it was decided by the group for me to stay behind.
In any case I go get a hair cut. I remember being concerned that I didn’t really want a proper hair cut right now because I have been growing my hair out. I get my hair cleaned up but not cut short as I would normally cut it.
After my hair cut I call my bro who apparently is a part of the search party. He informs me that they have not found the person yet and that I should meet up with them at a specified location.
I head to what looks like a BART station. I tap the monitor that brings up locations on an interactive screen. I flip through the locations like I would in a video game. Just before I head out I wake up.

I’ve read that dreams are suppose to help us deal with our current life stressors and are best analyzed by ourselves. I don’t bother with my dreams too often but sometimes I feel particular dreams are worth pondering over. So, here I go:
I’m looking for something and I’m not sure what it is yet. I often get advice from family and friends as to what I should be doing. They are like my own personal board members. However, they can only advise me on what they think I want and not neccessarily on what I want. I guess this is why I stay behind. No use chasing after things I’m not sure really benefits me. But I am about to move to Vietnam. My brother is already there and some of my family feels that moving to Vietnam will help me towards my goal. Maybe it will but I won’t know until I get there. I do know that staying where I am and worrying about my hair is not going to get me towards my goal. Well, not the important goal anyway. There is a purpose to ensuring my hair isn’t cut short too soon but I should not let that get in the way of chasing my dream.
I suppose that is what the dream is really about. The pursuit of a dream. Some of my friends and even family may think I’m foolish, but if I do not live in pursuit of my dreams I’d have to settle for a life of staring at a wall. I know there are people who can help me achieve it but I do not know who or where they are. As it turns out, the next place I’ll be looking is in Vietnam.