Last night I dreamt I went to
Chiapas to see my family there.
At some point, I felt I needed a
task. We had visited and eaten
and shared . . . so I headed to
the warehouse.
There I found a little three-sided
room. One wall was full of boxed
shelves of canned goods. Alas,
the floor was full of signs of rats
and mice. I saw my job at hand!
I asked that the foods be removed
and hauled to another space. Once
done, I began my cleaning. God,
how I cleaned. And, I don't think I
even had gloves on. Once finished,
I asked that the little room be
fumigated.
I returned once the room had aired
out and filled the shelves with books.
I moved in a cot type twin bed and
made it up. I threw both blue and
yellow rugs on the floor and hung
some fun pics on the already yellow
painted walls. All I needed was a
comfy chair, yet to be found.
Different members of the family
would stop by to have a look-see
at my self appointed project. I think
they were somewhat blown away
that anyone would take on such a
thing. Comments . . . most interesting.
Once finished, there was no proper
show and tell, just the odd visit and
plenty of questions . . .
When I awoke, I couldn't believe I'd
had this dream. Rather a complete
saga, if I do say so myself. What is
the meaning? Why did I have it? Is
there a message housed within?
That old word, flabbergasted, comes
to mind . . .
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