Whatever floats your boat...
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.