My dream

This post is not about a dream as in "a wish your heart makes". Instead, it is about the strange dream I had last night/today/when I last slept.

In my dream I was back at the Van Buren house, the one I moved into with my sister upon first arriving in Eugene. There was an attic. In the attic was all this stuff. I had to go through it and decide what to throw away and what to put in the free box and what to keep - but the goal was not to keep much of anything.

It seemed the more I got rid of, the more stuff kept accumulating. There were things I had gotten rid of before and during my move to Eugene. There were a few things I have now.

People came and went, sometimes family, sometimes strangers. But one of the weirdest things were the corpses. I kept finding dead people in the mounds of stuff. They were friendly enough. The spoke to me, weren't at all decomposed (nothing like what you see when you watch "Bones"), and they didn't mind the fact that I had to toss them in the dumpster with the garbage.

It seemed I couldn't wake up from this dream. There was just more and more and more stuff to go through.

I don't think you have to be a psychologist to understand what I was processing in this dream. The sub-conscious is fantastic!