So, What’s With That Dream, Anyhow?

Do you believe that dreams have significance? I don’t know about your dreams but my dreams are often a mishmash of a niggling worry, a fervent hope, something I heard someone say, or people who have been or are in my life. I don’t think any of them give me a message. But, sometimes people and things from many years gone by show up in my dreams and I’m left thinking, “Where’d you come from, anyway?”

The other night I had a dream that was a little bit of my past and a little bit of a concern and quite a bit of just plain silly. I want to share it with you.

I was back in Tahlequah in my dream, on College Street in fact. I was watching a house being torn down. Now, in actuality, that was house was torn down a number of years ago. It is no longer there. It was a white, wood house, rather like my parents’ but not theirs. Their house is not on College Street. Well, little by little the boards came off and things that were inside were taken out. Someone found some ceramic knickknacks that had the name “Blanche” on them.

“Oh, I’ve got to buy those,” I said. “I wonder if the woman who lived here was named Blanche too?”

Evidently, there was a garage sale going on at the same time the house was being taken apart. Sort of doing both things at once.

OK. Finally, the house demolishers got to the ceiling. They removed the sheetrock and there, between the ceiling supports and the rafters was a bright homemade quilt. It was being used as part of the insulation.

What happened next? I don’t know. There, my dream ended! But, it was interesting, wasn’t it? Now, why in the world would I dream something so completely off the wall as that? Only The Shadow might know but I think this one would keep even him guessing. Heh heh.