Sunday, February 19, 2006
Dream
It was late. I was traveling. I had no place to stay and I was tired and lonely. I knocked at the back door of a condominium or town house. There was no one there. It showed no sign of recent occupancy. There was mud on the floor and the furniture was dusty. There was a long-knapped white throw rug on the floor that had mud on the top and the bottom.;. I slept on the floor of the sunroom rather than on the couch.
The next morning I dropped by and found the owner of the house was there getting ready to fix it up. He was a shrunken older man, with a drawn face, worried and distracted with many cares. I told the guy that as a homeowner, myself, I had a lot of advice for him as to how to fix it up. I pointed out the water spots on the floor, where a waterbed had leaked. I showed him the trash stuffed into the corners. I told him that it was a beautifu,l valuable house and he should take care of it. I handed him a huge stack of papers I had prepared about what he should be doing. The papers for him were clipped with a binder clip, and I had to pull out my own papers.
The next morning I dropped by and found the owner of the house was there getting ready to fix it up. He was a shrunken older man, with a drawn face, worried and distracted with many cares. I told the guy that as a homeowner, myself, I had a lot of advice for him as to how to fix it up. I pointed out the water spots on the floor, where a waterbed had leaked. I showed him the trash stuffed into the corners. I told him that it was a beautifu,l valuable house and he should take care of it. I handed him a huge stack of papers I had prepared about what he should be doing. The papers for him were clipped with a binder clip, and I had to pull out my own papers.
# posted by Larry @ 4:19 PM 
