Last night’s dream:
I’m walking up and down curved sidewalks, in a town I don’t know. I see a lady through a dirty window of an empty apartment. She’s cleaning. Old violin and guitar cases are on the covered porch, looking dusty and hot. I start to pick up a violin case, just to see if the weight is heavy enough for it to be occupied by a violin. I open it.
The violin is curvy, like the sidewalks I am walking. It smells like Spruce and dirt, a heavy scent that almost makes me sneeze. For a split second, I think of taking it due to it’s obvious abuse. It’s wasting on a sidewalk porch, and I’ll give it a better home, I’m thinking. I look around at the other cases, wondering what they hold. I think better of taking it, and put it down.
The lady inside cleaning walks out to the covered porch. She’s a happy woman, with a grin like she knows me. I ask her about the instruments. She speaks to me as if I’m an old friend, telling me to take some of them. All of the sudden I feel like I shouldn’t. Oh no, I say, please let me pay you for them. No, take some of them, she says. I notice she doesn’t tell me to take all of them, and begin to wonder what she’s going to do with them. I ask. She tells me that the owner is someone else, but she’s sure she doesn’t mind, as she is on her way to take them to a shop. I ask which one, and she points to a few, one of which was the one I first chose. I’m happy. I pick it up to leave, and she points to another part of the porch. It’s a jewelry table, she says. Take it!
I wake up.
Oh wow. A happy dream.
gaily