Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Dreams In Color

For a little color during a seemingly never ending stretch of gray days, here are a couple pictures that were back-logged on the camera, from just a few sunny days ago...





Also, an experiment; involving these balloons that had fallen to the pavement, and prevailing attitudes in NoHo...



What happens to them? Do they get popped, stepped on, kicked? Maybe just ignored, and eventually blow away? In Northampton, they are immediately picked up by the first group of passer-byes, and set back up near the window.


Would fragile, helpless balloons, adrift in other towns, enjoy the same fate..?

Finally, I wasn't sure why I stopped to take this pic, until now. Taking another look at it, I realized it reminds me of... the house.



I don't recall having too many recurring dreams, like some people do. But I definitely have a recurring setting in my dreams. It's very often the same big, old multi-family house, that I am usually a tenant in. In various dreams I've had, that have nothing to do with one another, I've lived in different sections of the same house, and usually under different conditions. Sometimes it was comfortable, sometimes it was slummy. Sometimes the rooms were big, or small, but always with high ceilings and tall doors, like the old houses have.

But in just about every dream involving the house, there was an area of it that I tried to stay away from. Always a big door or creepy hallway in one corner, that I tried to ignore or forget about, as I went about the business of the dream. Something to be avoided as I entered and left the house, or went room to room. I try to ignore it but the uneasiness keeps popping up, clashing with the comforts of the lived-in sections of the house. Sometimes I'd check to make sure the door to that area is locked as I pass by.

I remember one time where I did finally venture in, and found the structure and walls were very dark and rotted, with debris scattered everywhere. Venturing a little further into another big dark room, one whole side of the house (it was a room on an upper floor) was completely gone, and the rotted timbers just jutted out into the night...

2 comments:

Mary E.Carey said...

So interesting! I often dream of a big house, too, with many dwellers and tons of interesting rooms, many of which need a lot of tidying up. I can think of a couple of houses that may have inspired the big house I dream of - a big house one of my elementary school friends lived in and a big ramshackle place I lived in in Texas in my early 20s. Do you also have anxiety dreams about traveling, where you're in some foreign country and you're way late for your flight which is across town and you've got a TON of things you haven't even begun to pack?

Tony said...

Good traveling dream, I can't remember any like that. But there is a recurring one where I'm forced to go back to an old job I detested. Temporarily, I keep telling myself.