The Ark

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 In the dream I walked through a sun-dappled cobblestone street which was lined with old abandoned churches. They were not like the clapboard construction of the latter centuries U.S. churches. They were of old European design. Beautiful, solid,soaring and majestic. I was there with many friends. We came to inhabit these grand, empty houses.

We were all so pleased because these buildings were built to last 500 years. 

We had found lasting homes.

 I walked into one of the buildings and went to the stairs that led to the basement and realized that I was going down to tell Syd that we were gathering on the beach for lunch. She was working at an architect’s desk, sitting on a stool and drawing lines so quickly and effortlessly, spinning a protractor with her left hand as her right whipped the pencil across the page as if she were fencing with an invisible sparring partner that lived on the other side of the paper.

 Syd was ALways working in her basement. The basement was filled with light streaming in from small windows that disappeared into the ceiling. The big room was spotlessly clean and well ordered. I think to myself that I don’t think Syd knows how beautiful her basement is.

 Syd ignores my first inquiry and continues to work. I look around and try to think of an approach that will get her to come up and outside for lunch in the sunshine. I see a set of shiny copper pipes on one wall. I walk over and touch (wrench?) one of them and it springs a gushing leak. I loudly say something to the effect of “ oh, uh, these pipes must be faulty. The water is going to flood the basement. I guess you’ll have to come up now”. For a moment, I really do believe that I hadn’t meant to break the pipe. I dart over to Syd’s table and grab her drawings because that’s the only thing that needs saving since the basement is so clean and empty.

 I didn’t MEAN to flood the basement. It was just faulty pipes, right?

OR, while I was having a dream about retrieving Syd from the basement of her psyche, did my sub-conscious sub-conscience direct me to break the pipe to flood her out?

It was a beautiful dream. 

I liked it.

I like Syd.

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Comment by SydTheSkeptic on July 28, 2013 at 12:13am

Well, I'm no Fraud Freud, but I sense this was a very loving dream.  And clairvoyant since I just recently hunkered down and got back to work in preparation for the start of school in two weeks.  

I would very much like to join you for that lunch on the beach.  We have lots to talk about.  Much catching up to do.   Stay tuned.

Comment by NatureJunkie on July 28, 2013 at 1:40pm

I think the Ark (a name with biblical reference) represents a bit of sanctuary (as in churches) to most of us here. I think this dream was about flushing Syd out of her work seclusion to come up and play with us all again. Maybe you thought you needed to start a flood of 40 days and 40 nights to get her back on the Ark. She's the architect of this floating craft. I miss her when she's working. Ain't no sunshine when she's gone. 

Comment by Geoff on July 30, 2013 at 11:53am

A black site NSA server captured this blog post and forwarded it to Fort Meade, Maryland where it was parsed by Q-level analysts before being submitted to the FBI, CIA, GSA (Girls Scouts of America), Interpol, Trilateral Commission and Strategic Air Command.

Syd, if you haven't initiated your basement's auto-destruct protocol by the time you read these words it's already too late. Amy, that pounding on your front door isn't the Domino's Pizza delivery kid...

Comment by Trimaddog on July 30, 2013 at 3:17pm

Such an interesting dream... i need to visit more often!

Comment by BlancheNoE on July 30, 2013 at 7:06pm

@ Syd- Yeah, it was fairly easy to interpret this as far as missing you goes. I wish you had the TIME to play more, BUT the predominant FEELing I had during the dream was urgency to somehow show you how all of your hard work done inside AND outside of the rooms of your beautiful psyche pay off big in amazing ripple effects.

@ Nature- ....or maybe I just wanna' do 'er.

@ Geoff- I wish I woulda' checked comments before I answered the door. hey, if you get time could you do a KickStarter campaign for my bail and legal fees ?

@ maddog- Thanks ! I'm certain that if I had sorted out all the faces that were walking with me you were in there.

Comment by SydTheSkeptic on July 30, 2013 at 11:41pm

Amy, I hear ya and I'm taking that in. It's very meaningful to me.   For the first time in a long time, I'm in a place where I feel tetherless and that's a really good thing. I have a lot of options, and that's making me evaluate where I am and if that's where I want to continue putting my energies.  It's cool to think of it as a space full of beautiful light.  I like that. 

Comment by BlancheNoE on July 31, 2013 at 9:28pm

HOly cannelloni. It just hit me. Ark-itect. duhhh.

Comment by Chig on August 2, 2013 at 12:25am

Hey teach... free pets for teachers!

Amy, I can't believe you were not packing a tool bet even in your dreams.

P.S.   This place appears to be  evolving into The FARK.

Comment by BlancheNoE on August 2, 2013 at 9:59am

@ Chig- Only the farkitect knows for sure but maybe the ark has been eating too many beans and root vegetables.

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