06.15.08

Every soul has within itself the capacity for greatness because it is a soul. This is not a greatness of fame, success, or outer recognition, but rather the innate capacity to reveal and express an aspect of Divine being that is truly and completely one's own. ~Julie Redstone

I had this dream this morning between 5:30 and waking up at 7:40 in which I was working in this fantastic, cram-packed with antique building. There were huge piled up stacks of French antiques. A lot of it close to the falling apart stage. It was Friday afternoon and I was tired. I had been in these gigantic houses trying to figure out where I was going to live next semester and there was a bevy of frat boys living there trying to figure out the answer to the same dilemma. I ended up in this very large manse and knowing I was going to be serving as staff I made myself at home. It was to be the perfect setting for the next semester.

I found others there I knew were employees, in particular Katy--she had been the art director for the rug company I worked for in the past. She was nodding for me to notice this man dressed as a French courtier to one of the Louies when he motioned for me to join him. I told him I wasn't interested right then because I was tired. (Actually, I knew he wanted to discuss my dismissal) He eventually had me follow him around as we chatted about things here and there, all amongst this cavernous antiques collective. I would chat with people here and there, noticing what they needed and directing them. Translating for workmen trying to find the right up side of a large framed mirror. He told me that it was my new job to just walk around and assist where needed. That, I thought, I could handle.

Then I was perched at the top of the stairs while a group of aspiring interior designers were making their way up. There were lacy metal lanterns hanging from the ceiling and I would swat them to make them move while saying "Watch for the hangy down things!" I think I could have been dressed in knickers, white stockings, velvet waistcoat and a large puffy shirt. Anyway, one young man leaned over to me and told me I needed my ears pierced. I touched his shoulder and said, "Girl, they are pierced, one has just grown back together--the other is open for business."

Granted, I do not speak like that or wear clothes like that, or generally, behave or even write in this manner. But it is what that dream was about. Being over-the-top! And I needed to capture it to the best as my still asleep brain would let me. Did you notice that in the middle of it there was another dream of being with these fraternity boys and we were all wondering where we would live the next semester? It's so odd that dreams can just be so willy nilly in their concept. Imagine if we were flexible enough to let our waking hours be so frivolous and non-directional. Wouldn't it be fabulous?

I just had to get all that down on ether before it slipped away. What I can't convey is how that place was so completely stacked and crowded with the most fabulous, palace-like antiques I have ever seen. The building was wooden inside, huge plank floors and wide, grand, dilapidated staircases. Incredible. I used to have dreams when I was drinking where the things in it were piled up and I could see every colorful detail and upon waking I could remember things in startling detail. I used to recount them until people were so bored they just dried up and blew away.

Today I am grateful to be sober and have such a fertile imagination.

Have a great Sunday!