I'm a Material Girl...

It seems like 2006 is a good year to revealuate our connections to our stuff...gotta let go of that rope around my neck...its weighing me down.
My Goodwill pile is growing. This is a good thing, but it makes me think why I had all this crap in the first place. Why are we so dammed materialistic? I've been helping people move out of their homes lately and I've seen the mother of all clutter and not just dust but Son of Dust, so I don't feel too bad. So whats my aversion to having excess?
I see people with more stuff than you could shake a stick at, with food to last them months stored in their pantries, and more keepsake junk and collectables than you can fit in one room. Is this my fear of commitment... fight or flight reflexes from living in California? Or is it the impending doom I feel for the future...can't get too bogged down with all of this...gotta be ready for the next big global crisis.
Had a dream awhile back that this red haired mermaid in a swimming pool in a basement in my dream told me I didn't need a college degree to get where I needed to be. I should travel and in the distance someone yelled out "Hondo" and my mind transported me to a Tibetan Siam type festival and I was climing a rock face looking out toward a bridge.
So I looked up Hondo online. Its the name of a town in Texas...hmmm. Its also a John Wayne movie. Its also where Agent Pierce tells the special ops agent to take the body of Nasato from the TV show Roswell...again I think it is in reference to the town in Texas. Other than that I'm not sure what it means, but it was pretty damn loud in my dream...I think it was what woke me up. Could just be the smatterings of my brain.