dream

Dreams are amazing things, leaving us with impressions more than a detailed story or movie type scenario.  A few nights ago, I remember dreaming about my son who really liked white satin tuxedo type suits -- think Elvis, right?  hahaha  very weird, because my son prefers black, dark clothing.

Last night was no exception - vivid dreams and I woke up to make a few notes on the netbook.  I was in a house, with a pool.  I got the impression it was more well-to-do than my own home. hehehe  There was an entryway, with a large heavy wooden door.  The front walk was that kind of cement that has rock pressed into it- and it passed over some kind of unlevel ground, almost like a creek bed, there were  lot of bushes and trees.  I was saying goodbye to someone who drives a truck.  I wrote the word dusty down -- was the truck dusty?  was he dusty?  someone who worked I suppose?    I was reading a book on the couch, which faced the entryway.  Off to the side of the door was a construction entrance covered, hidden in cardboard.  There was a knock on the door. (Did I answer it?  I must have .... details are sketchy now)

There was a mother and young daughter leaving, the daughter ran back in for her headphones which had been left on the shelf next to the fish tank. 

There was a tube of rolls of clear packing tape, which I tossed into the bathroom where someone sat.  (um, what do you need tape for, in the bathroom???? hahaha)  Opening the door that led to the construx workers environment, asked if he needed anything, he said no, all is ok.  I told him I thought I'd heard a knocking, ok, and smiled back at him.

Then I was saying goodbye to The Guy.  With the truck.  He stood on the front step, wearing jeans, work boots and a t-shirt emblazoned with the word "esplanade", holding his hat with one hand, the other circled around me.  I hugged him tight, and cried and cried.  He was gay.  I watched him kiss another man, but realized I wanted him for me.  

goodbye
goodbye
goodbye


Wow.  Very odd dream.  When I woke and started making notes, the word 'esplanade' seemed to be very important.  In my half sleep state of mind, I tried googling, but I didn't catch a connection between the word and what my dream was about. 

According to Wiki:  An explanade is a long, open, level area, usually next to a river or large body of water, where people may walk. The original meaning of esplanade was a large, open, level area outside fortress or city walls to provide clear fields of fire for the fortress' guns. In modern usage the space allows people to walk for recreational purposes; esplanades are often on sea fronts, and allow walking whatever the state of the tide, without having to walk on the beach. 

(photo from usclibrary, entitled Strolling down 

the Newport Beach Esplanade .. ca. 1905)

Well. that doesn't make much sense to me either. 
Who was I really saying goodbye to?
 I wrote it three times in my note taking. 
So I assumed the way I wrote it was important as well.

Most of the time, we never know the real answers to our dream questions - but it sure can be fun to write down the details and ponder the possibilities!