Rememory

I can’t say that its been troubling me, but it has been on my mind lately.  I had this recurring dream when I was a lot younger although it was never crystal clear what was going on – I wouldn’t call it a nightmare…

I remember the dream rather well – and I have to admit that the fuzzy parts are only as fuzzy as they were back then.  There was a big pad of concrete, or at least a large area where a building should obviously be.  It wasn’t too large – but probably 24 by 24 feet (-ish, my adult brain can figure this out.)  There are several key supports already in place as if “we” are building something.

I am there, along with my mother and my oldest sister.  There are a few other people there that I do not know and everyone is finding bits of the building pieces to assemble here and there, and cooperating speechless.  There is no blueprint that I can see, and I am more or less wandering around aimlessly – watching.

There is a constant dripping.  Always a dripping, sometimes quiet, and sometimes in the foreground of everything else.  Kind of like a pendulum clock ticking with each swing – sometimes you never hear it even when standing directly in its path, and other times it seems like a Chinese Water Torture.  Drip.  Drip.

My dad is there too now all of a sudden and making busy with whatever his responsibility is.    Its not long after he shows up that “something” goes wrong.  My father gets angry.  The dripping sound stops, or is drown out by the earthquake of soundless vibration.  The spigot has been turned on full blast and there is a flood eating us all.  Everything goes completely black but the consuming noise continues until I think I am dead.

I don’t know how long that lasts, but then I wake up, in my dream.  I see the same people picking up the pieces of the fallen supports.  They are rebuilding.  And in the background, barely, I can hear the dripping.

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