Dreamways

Sleep Dream. I am in the family house in the Springs. It is the same scenario as in the dream Marv C. at 2515 N. Union . Perhaps it is a continuation of that dream. I am walking around, really looking at things in the house, considering what to keep and what to dispose of. I go into the kitchen, which is different than the waking-world room I knew. On top of the counters above the sink are various objects d’art: bowls and vases. They are quite lovely, with bright colors. It is clear to me that Zaiga purchased them.  read more »

Sleep Dream. I am at the family house in the Springs. It is still in the family, it has not been sold, as is the case in waking life. Zaiga is dead. The feeling is that Armīns, too, is dead and that I am coming to take care of things, dispose of the place. There is no one in the house, I am alone. I am my current age. It is a quiet, perhaps cloudy sort of day. The house is furnished as it was when I lived there, not the pack rat’s den that Armīns turned it into in the years after Zaiga’s departure.

Sleep Dream. Sapnisks Beikera rajons, sapniskā Denverā. Videotique īpašniekiem tur pieder kautkādi īres īpašumi. Džeiss ir sapnī tas, kas visu sakarā ar šiem īpašumiem kārto. Es braucu viņam līdz, lai vienu viņa namu aplūkot. Viņam neērti, ka viņam šādi nami pieder. „Es to no mātes iemantoju,“ viņs man kūtri izskaidro. „Citādi es kautko tādu nemūžam nespētu atļauties.“ Tālāk viņš stāsta: „Man vispār ārkārtīgi nepatīk ar šīm mājām ķēpāties!  read more »

Sleep Dream.  I am driving along what seems to be a street in the Springs. Somewhat like the street to the zoo. I approach a building to my right. White. Like an old-time mechanic’s shop or garage, fronting right up onto the street, there is no sidewalk. There are 2 rectangular buildings next to each other. Both fronts are like many-paneled mullioned windows, the old wood-frame garage doors. I realize that the buildings have been converted into a residence. Driving up next to it, I notice a For Sale sign. I tell whoever is riding with me that I want to go inside.  read more »

Sleep Dream.  I am in a house that could be somewhere in the Elati barrio. I am in the abode of a familiar mexicana. A simple home, but maintained. Some sort of gathering is occurring, a party. Rhonda is with me. We are the only non-mexicanos. We don’t seem to know anyone there. The partiers are not hostile, but no one tries to engage us in conversation. (Kind of like at Izzy & Kara’s family gatherings.) It’s a mix of gender and age. Rhonda and I go downstairs to the basement.  read more »