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September 24, 2005
chains, my baby's got me locked up in chains
i finally got a chance to shake the wingman's hand today, we were moving his girlfriend's stuff from one place to another. There is actually a certain poetry in the cardboard box that contains something, anything, that was a part of somebody's past life. it's really no different than moving the sarcophagus of king tut when you think about it. one day, things change and some possessions are put in a box -- wood, corrugated cardboard, what does it matter. the box is placed in what we call a "storage unit" (which is nothing more than a corrugated steel box with a lock on it) for an indeterminate amount of time.
at some point, the storage unit (or pyramid, as the case may be) is excavated, and the boxes must be moved, up three steps, up seven winding steps, up eighteen steps with three winding steps at the top, and then opened. if the boxes seem heavy with material (what did king tut's sarcophagus weigh?) the emotional baggage they carry is infinitely more massive. I've got boxes in my spare room that outweigh the solar system in emotional terms.
on another subject, one of the gioconda's in my office told me that dreams with black serpents in them are signs of good luck, of all things. i asked her what did it mean if you have dreams with green serpents in them, but she did not know. she also asked me about recurring dreams. do you have a recurring dream? if you do, put it in the comments. if there are ten or more i will post mine.
ambition. yeah, a heavy thing, a chain where every link is the strongest.
it's been a full moon full of delight and when the delight goes away and i'm staring at the darkness it's important to keep my perspective. you know what i mean, i think.
at least i hope so.
a while back, the onion had a piece about storage unit reality. got me to wondering what the unit of storage really is... is it measured by the pound? by the cubic foot? by density? by the freight of the broken hopes embodied in the no-longer-useful-but-too-precious-to-discard contents of all those boxes?
there's a place up here on the moon, an exchange house, where you can exchange sentimental value for cash. so if you have a box of worthless knick-knacks from your grandmother that have a high sentimental value, you can get cash for them at the exchange. it's a practical place, they only give you thirty cents on the dollar, but for some folks that can be a windfall... especially if they're paying real money for a storage unit full of sentimental value. I know one couple who cashed out and took a six-month vacation.
of course you have to be careful at the exchange, if you have a thing, say an old umbrella stand, that has major negative connotations... you can wind up owing them to take it off your hands... bigtime.
posted by matthew at 08:27 PM
I had a dream last night, that I realized this morning is a reoccuring one, and I'm not sure I can describe it all, but I will try, and I apologize if it makes no sense at all. Not all parts are reoccuring, but some of the big ones are.
There is a big old house, like an old manor, that you would read about in british literature from the 19th century (like the house in the Secret Garden), but this house is in the mountains. And it is rather closed up, but a few people live in it. Somehow or another I'm in this house, but I'm not suppose to be. And I'm not by myself, although I'm not always with the same people. And I enter through different ways. Last night I entered through the back, I walked through some outdoor structures that were overgrown with vines, with a colorful tile floor. I'm not sure who I was with, but I know we met some other people on our way.
Somehow or another we get caught, but not after we climb up a bunch of strange steps made of very white marble, in a very narrow stairwell.
Now, the reoccuring part of this dream is the house, and the setting, and also this weird issue. Okay, the house is in the mountains, and there is a great view, and mountain directly across from this house has some sort of message on it, written in the trees. (all of this is from real life experiences, just all jumbled up and confusing).
The trees on the slope of the mountain are pine trees, but the message is written in the slope with aspen trees. So, it isn't immediately noticable, but you can see it if you look, and when the aspens turn yellow in the fall, it is obvious.
In my dream, I can read the message, but it is a code, and I don't know what it means. The message was left by someone who damaged this old house in some way, some sort of old mystery, and the people in the house can't stand the message.
I have seen trees written like this in real life, but I know that I have dreamed about it more than once.
posted by: Charlsie on September 26, 2005 01:15 PM
Tornadoes.
posted by: Anonymous on September 27, 2005 10:02 PM
Tornadoes.
And the dream in which I am running late for class (more frequently as a student, but also as an instructor).
That counts as 2. We need 7 more before you tell us your recurring dream, Matt!
: )
posted by: Di on September 27, 2005 10:04 PM
Heh, apparently I also have recurring comments posts.
: )
Di (a.k.a. Anonymous ... or maybe vice-versa)
posted by: Anonymous on September 28, 2005 02:58 PM
I used to dream as a child that some bad man was sneaking in my bedroom window and stealing my teeth out of my mouth. I dreamed this many times. :)
posted by: k on October 13, 2005 10:38 AM
hope you sleep well now)
posted by: Sarah on April 5, 2006 04:33 AM