My alarm gonged at 7:30. I snoozed for a bit and reset for 8:00. At 8:00a I awoke from a vivid dream. I will try to explain it a bit but I will stop whenever it become too uncohesive for any reader, even myself, to understand.
I was leaving a bar not drunk with two other people. We agreed to head to another bar and I told them I would meet them there. I hopped on my little purple bicycle and started off but since we were somewhere near Shadyside, I was unfamiliar with my surroundings and soon got lost. At the same time that I realize that I’m lost, I also realize that the sun is starting to come up. I abandon the bar idea and the two people who were not really friends anyway and head for home.
The neighborhood I find myself in has European characteristics. The roads are narrow and the sky peeks in between the rows of buildings. It also has a sense of being a neighborhood loosely related to Sesame Street. The mailman is helping the lady across the street bring her flower displays outside to the sidewalk. There is a large truck ready to cross the intersection. It seems a bit out of place, like it should be traveling down the turnpike to a construction site.
I cross the street and ask the mailman which way to the Northside. “That’s easy. Right down this street and to the left. Ride fast.” He points the opposite direction that I was headed. Trusting him, I take off. At the end of the street I realize I left my bike back on the sidewalk. A small detail but one that should be noted because when I realize I didn’t have my bike, I was scared to turn and go back and tried to simulate my bike, hoping it would appear. Almost like I knew I was dreaming.
The street he had directed me to was bizarre and this morning I sketched it out before my eyes were fully open. It was too narrow to be a street or an alley. Two rows of houses lined this short path. Above them trees hung over to make a canopy. I could not see the sky. The path was made of large yellow ocre cobblestones and sloped in to the middle. The middle was the only straight, smooth path as the sides were large waves. My first instinct was to ride over the bumps for fun but they were so pronounced I took the cautious route down the center.
Along my way I was passed in the opposite direction but a group of kids on bikes, riding very fast. My only route was to the right and I mistakenly rode up a ramp to find that it was an entrance to one of the houses. There was an old man sitting right at the top and on the second level down there were 3 soldiers in camouflage. They regarded me with a mild air of suspicion. I needed to squeeze under the stairs and throw a hole in the fence in order to get out of this odd neighborhood. In the background there were two women working on chores and talking about how the cat was supposed to be killing the scorpions. From the side I could swear I could hear the cat complaining about how it was always his job and the men never did anything. As I was finally exiting I turned around and told them all goodbye and that it seemed quite peaceful there and I wish I could stay for awhile. There was no response.
I thought I would be outside on the street again but I was surprised to find myself in a white hallway leading to many other hallways. Along the way there were a lot of doors and I felt the need to open each of them. The first one I open led to a room with 8 doors, 4 on each wall. I thought, “These places don’t actually exist in dreams.” Each door I opened led to a white room, opening the door triggered a video component to start filling the room with colors and images and in each there was one physical thing in a spotlight. One room’s color was red and in the corner in a pin spot was a large red pig sculpture in the style of a piggy bank. I did not watch the whole presentation in any room since I felt the need to open every door. I did not have the time.
While I opened all the doors and traveled down the hallways I made a point to remember the way back. I felt confident that I knew which door was out. I was not confident that I knew what “out” would be anymore.
Sadly, I don’t remember if I took the door or not. I woke up to a bedroom filled with daylight and my phone softly gonging telling me to start my day.
Now that I’ve finished this blog, I will start my day.
Good morning.
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