Last night I dreamt that we were having a series of bad storms and each one was preceded by a small dust cyclone, really small – just an interesting little warning for us. Once it passed, if we looked to the east, we would see an enormous flock of black birds flying in front of huge black clouds, and we knew it was time to run. Chip and I gathered up the kids near the house and, as I was distracted for a moment, Joe jumped down, scared, but also maybe a little curious, and crawled into the storm sewer just across the street from our house. I was terrified! I thought he would be swept up in an underground swell, headed for the river. But when I looked down to see him, there were steps leading down to a clean, open space. I ran to grab him and when I turned around, facing the area that would be under the road, a saw a partial wall with a bar peeking out behind it. Investigating further, I saw there was indeed a whole bar room underneath the road right in front of my house that, in 15 years, I had never noticed! The bar was filled with modern politicians (one with an especially memorable toupee) and 1800s-y men wearing bowler hats. They didn’t seem to notice we were there. I rarely remember dreams so vividly. What does it mean?!
Posted on: Wed, 23 Oct 2013 19:36:25 +0000
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