12 April 2010

In Dreams

That Roy Orbison song is one of my favorites, and I decided to use it for this post because it's the first thing that came to mind.

So, this morning around 6AM, I was awakened by a dream I'd been having:

Two former colleagues, (bosses, actually) and I walked into the lobby of a grand, historic building that was being demolished. I began picking up and handing them pieces of ornate, decorative, deep red tile and cornices that had already fallen amongst the concrete and rubble.

At some point, we became separated, I suspect that this is because as I began to delve deeper and deeper into the debris I lost all sense of place and time. As I continued further into the darkened space, I drew closer to what resembled an expansive hotel bar where the mirrors on the wall were still intact. There, hanging in the corner was an illuminated Coca-Cola point-of-purchase display. I recognized it as one of the most rare collectibles in the collectors' guides I have referred to over the years.

I took it down and hurried out of that area to find them standing in the shadows just outside rays of light that poured in through old wood and glass doors in a dusty entryway, holding treasures they'd found while we were separated. One had found some old first-aid supplies, including an odd plastic bag with "Curad" on it filled with cotton swabs, and the other had found two yellow and black "circus" posters.

I remember asking the one with the swabs, "I wonder if you could reseal this?" Because I was certain that her kids would be playing in the relics. As we looked at the posters the other had found, we thought she could name her two cats after two of the names that appeared on each poster. And, for the life of me I can't recall what those names were, but at the time we thought it was a brilliant suggestion.

As I lay in bed, I began to think, "is any of this significant in any way?"

While I recognized references to some recent events, like my friend Becky finding a Curad bandage tin during her last antique-shopping trip, any other similarities are simply coincidence or must have a deeper symbolic meaning:

Is it that in the destruction of something long considered meaningful to me I've found something rare that I'd sought for years through the guidance of two women who have, at one time, been a significant part of my life? Perhaps.

The dream gave me pause. But, now I'm mostly awake and need to get on with my day. I'm sure Edith would appreciate having her litter box changed this morning. And I have layouts due at 2:00 PM. After that, it's back out to continue repair and upgrades to the pond.

Have a wonderful day.

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