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Dream 2-24-21
Dream 2-24-21
Dreamed last night that for the second time in my life I set out for a large city to make my fortune or at least get a job. This time I headed to San Francisco to stay with my cousin who still lived in an apartment with his wife there. But I got homesick as I wandered the parks of the city feeling very much alone. On my walk back to my cousin’s apartment I ran into his roommate who looked like a punk rocker. He was concerned that I would stick them for my part of the rent. I figured I could put fifty dollars toward it which would be a pittance portion. When I got back dinner was being served and an old southern lady invited herself to partake of our feast. I pointed out that the Bible said to share and share-alike. She quoted Jesus “Whoever has two tunics is to share with him who has none, and whoever has food is to do likewise.” Luke 1:37 ESV. After dinner, the old lady was fascinated by my cousin’s collection of translations from the Egyptian hieroglyphics. Finally, I hopped a plane back to Baton Rouge. I looked into working for wildlife and fisheries counting egrets outside of New Orleans. But there were alligators all over. So finally I ended up back in Natchez in the back seat of the car while my grandmother drove me around. I asked her if she was glad to see me and she said yes but that she hopes I find work somewhere. But the prospect of Grandma’s French toast made sweet the bitter herbs of falling short in life’s wild gambit.
Dreamed last night that for the second time in my life I set out for a large city to make my fortune or at least get a job. This time I headed to San Francisco to stay with my cousin who still lived in an apartment with his wife there. But I got homesick as I wandered the parks of the city feeling very much alone. On my walk back to my cousin’s apartment I ran into his roommate who looked like a punk rocker. He was concerned that I would stick them for my part of the rent. I figured I could put fifty dollars toward it which would be a pittance portion. When I got back dinner was being served and an old southern lady invited herself to partake of our feast. I pointed out that the Bible said to share and share-alike. She quoted Jesus “Whoever has two tunics is to share with him who has none, and whoever has food is to do likewise.” Luke 1:37 ESV. After dinner, the old lady was fascinated by my cousin’s collection of translations from the Egyptian hieroglyphics. Finally, I hopped a plane back to Baton Rouge. I looked into working for wildlife and fisheries counting egrets outside of New Orleans. But there were alligators all over. So finally I ended up back in Natchez in the back seat of the car while my grandmother drove me around. I asked her if she was glad to see me and she said yes but that she hopes I find work somewhere. But the prospect of Grandma’s French toast made sweet the bitter herbs of falling short in life’s wild gambit.
Published 24th Feb 2021
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24th Feb 2021 4:45pm
Sometimes I describe my dreams to friends in detail, sometimes I don't, because I don't want to give them greater solidity. The last one I told friends about was a recurring, I move to this nice community on a plateau, astroturf lawns, long promenades of strolling folk in victorian era garb, it all had a kind of plastic feel about it. I step outside wrapped in a bed sheet and a wind carries me down to a nearby highway, I begin the long climb up through the dark.
24th Feb 2021 8:25pm
Thanks for sharing that wisdom about sometimes not giving your dreams more solidity. Many of my dreams are too surreal to make any sense so I don’t share them. The ones you mentioned above sound fantastic. Thanks for sharing your thoughts my friend.
John
John
24th Feb 2021 9:43pm
The dream you describe above sounds very symbolic and beautiful. Love dreams that come that way. Mine lately are edgy and often dark. Thanks for sharing my friend. :)
John
John
The epilogue for my “A Rice Paper Tigress Named Gloria” just published is an example of my more emotionally deep and funny stories inspired by a dream but highly embellished.
John
John
