This morning I had another strange dream, a dream in a series of dreams that I have had. In this dream, I was staying in a very expensive apartment with no real idea how I had gotten there, how much it cost, or who was even paying for it. It was a converted commercial unit, with floor to ceiling windows overlooking rain slick, neon infused, commercial shopping districts. There were white walls with a contrasting black metal staircase winding it’s way to the second floor. There was copious amounts of tile and granite everywhere, and the place seemed solid and well built.
On the second floor, there was vintage furniture from the 80’s era, with thick wooden TV’s with roller hutches to conceal old appliances, and radios that had thick felt speakers with old style roller knobs. However, it was just in appearance because it was all digital. The analog digital displays shimmered and blinked, revealing the true purpose of what they were… digital screen overlays cleverly designed to look like vintage exteriors.
There was a side room that house a futuristic projector screen, to which I could sit and watch… what? The story of my life? What had been, currently is, and what will be in the future? The projector was currently projecting a white screen, a flickering ambience of absence that beckoned to be filled in with my stories that I would gather.
However, I was not alone. Just as I was getting comfortable with my new environment, there was a stranger that appeared in my place. I don’t know who he was, but I had to figure out how to accommodate him. I remember seeing his shoes already kicked off and lying on the floor, the black leather and white tile contrasting. Where would he stay? Where was his room? Who was he even? I had barely had time to become accustomed to it before I had to share it with others.
So therein lies the theme of the dream. The presence of others in a space that offers comfort and ease, sharing our resources, time, and emotional energy even if we aren’t entirely prepared to do so. Therefore, it’s comfort, but at a cost. The idea of enjoying privileges and luxuries while not knowing the true cost, beckons to integrate this responsibility into my life; co-exisiting with it.
Being shown symbols of security and achievement but with the message that nothing we own is truly ours. There is always the presence of others, and with that, the potential to give, share, and sacrifice in some way.
Thank you for reading this and I hope you have a great day.
L.V.