The dream this morning takes place in a large apartment complex. I am in the kitchen in a new apartment talking to the apartment manager; a short woman with sandy blond hair. I have just written her a check for the rent. She is angry about not getting the rent sooner. I leave her and walk down the stairwell. I am walking down what must be five stories down to ground level and then a further three stories below that to the sub, sub basement. It is here is where I find a video game arcade corridor and it goes on for what seems like miles horizontally in one direction with twists and turns around support pillars.
This corridor seems never ending, but eventually it does come to an end, and I reach some steps that come up, and out to a busy urban downtown construction zone. The side walk has been dug away and a steep heavily torn up dirt path leads down toward a river. I can see a pile of snow that must have been ploughed there when the winter weather was particularly bad. It feels like Spring now. The sun is shining. I walk past a school on my right as the children are being released for the day. I see lots of African-American kids in uniforms flood out onto the path, and I walk with them for a pace, as they eventually file off into different directions. I snatch up a bicycle, lying nearby, and continue my journey down to the river. One black girl from the school is left, she makes a right when we reach the river. This place is her neighbourhood. She gives me a panicked look and say's, "Mister, this is a dangerous neighbourhood! You do not want to go in here! I live here and go right home from school. The gangs will kill you!'" The girl runs toward her apartment quickly to avoid trouble. Myself, I head into the fray and ignore her stern warning. The whole shore along the river is tore up; some sort of major construction project is taking place. I ride the bike over a plank spanning a ditch filled with water. I look to my right and I see a black man, in a white t-shirt, exiting an apartment building with a basket load of laundry. I hear music playing loudly. The tune sounds like a familiar Mo-town song, but I just can't bring it back to memory. I awake from the dream before the man can lay eyes on me.
So what does it all mean? I don't know. I remember what it was like always trying to come up with rent money. I was always a bundle of nerves because I never knew if I could come up with enough money from month-to-month. This year I will probably get back on that hamster wheel of juggling finances. Actually, I still do, but it has not been as stressful has it has been in years past. I am in a flexible living situation at the moment.
The arcade is a curious symbol. I think deep down in my subconscious I miss the old arcades and the fun I used to have in them when I had money in my pockets and no worries. They were such fun when I was young. Those days are long gone. Perhaps, my child self would like to head to the basement for some illicit fun. It has been many years. I wish I had the money to buy some of the old games and have my own personal arcade.
The torn up downtown landscape reminded me of some parts of the areas in Madrid, that I walked with my lady, when I was in Spain last year. I saw construction areas and some tough looking neighbourhoods. Interestingly, there are very few Africans in Spain. The only ones I saw were selling purses and watches on the streets. The black people in this dream were definitely African-American and this city was in America. It is very curious that I should dream about them. Perhaps it is all the police killings of black youths in the news lately playing out in my subconscious or there must be something more significant about this aspect of the dream that I am just not comprehending. I just don't know what to think about this. This dream is so detailed and has me perplexed.
All the construction taking place is definitely a metaphor for my life and the new year. My life is going through a renovation. A lot of aspects about myself ,and my life circumstances, have been torn up and is in the process of being reconstructed. I really feel like I am walking into unknown territory and a new cycle in my life. I look around me, and I see, it is an obvious fact. The hint of snow in this dream suggests a season of change and that a hopeful Spring is coming. Some of the school children might be looking forward to summer vacation and some of them might be dreading the violence and being locked indoors and afraid. We see both prospects presented here. Funny, how I just fearlessly ride into the dangerous neighbourhood and just when I am about to be discovered there I wake up. This happens so often in my dreams; I escape, every time, from danger by waking up. This says something significant about me and I need to give this much serious and deep thought. I could learn something about myself if get to the bottom of what it must mean, as always, I will ponder this further.
This corridor seems never ending, but eventually it does come to an end, and I reach some steps that come up, and out to a busy urban downtown construction zone. The side walk has been dug away and a steep heavily torn up dirt path leads down toward a river. I can see a pile of snow that must have been ploughed there when the winter weather was particularly bad. It feels like Spring now. The sun is shining. I walk past a school on my right as the children are being released for the day. I see lots of African-American kids in uniforms flood out onto the path, and I walk with them for a pace, as they eventually file off into different directions. I snatch up a bicycle, lying nearby, and continue my journey down to the river. One black girl from the school is left, she makes a right when we reach the river. This place is her neighbourhood. She gives me a panicked look and say's, "Mister, this is a dangerous neighbourhood! You do not want to go in here! I live here and go right home from school. The gangs will kill you!'" The girl runs toward her apartment quickly to avoid trouble. Myself, I head into the fray and ignore her stern warning. The whole shore along the river is tore up; some sort of major construction project is taking place. I ride the bike over a plank spanning a ditch filled with water. I look to my right and I see a black man, in a white t-shirt, exiting an apartment building with a basket load of laundry. I hear music playing loudly. The tune sounds like a familiar Mo-town song, but I just can't bring it back to memory. I awake from the dream before the man can lay eyes on me.
So what does it all mean? I don't know. I remember what it was like always trying to come up with rent money. I was always a bundle of nerves because I never knew if I could come up with enough money from month-to-month. This year I will probably get back on that hamster wheel of juggling finances. Actually, I still do, but it has not been as stressful has it has been in years past. I am in a flexible living situation at the moment.
The arcade is a curious symbol. I think deep down in my subconscious I miss the old arcades and the fun I used to have in them when I had money in my pockets and no worries. They were such fun when I was young. Those days are long gone. Perhaps, my child self would like to head to the basement for some illicit fun. It has been many years. I wish I had the money to buy some of the old games and have my own personal arcade.
The torn up downtown landscape reminded me of some parts of the areas in Madrid, that I walked with my lady, when I was in Spain last year. I saw construction areas and some tough looking neighbourhoods. Interestingly, there are very few Africans in Spain. The only ones I saw were selling purses and watches on the streets. The black people in this dream were definitely African-American and this city was in America. It is very curious that I should dream about them. Perhaps it is all the police killings of black youths in the news lately playing out in my subconscious or there must be something more significant about this aspect of the dream that I am just not comprehending. I just don't know what to think about this. This dream is so detailed and has me perplexed.
All the construction taking place is definitely a metaphor for my life and the new year. My life is going through a renovation. A lot of aspects about myself ,and my life circumstances, have been torn up and is in the process of being reconstructed. I really feel like I am walking into unknown territory and a new cycle in my life. I look around me, and I see, it is an obvious fact. The hint of snow in this dream suggests a season of change and that a hopeful Spring is coming. Some of the school children might be looking forward to summer vacation and some of them might be dreading the violence and being locked indoors and afraid. We see both prospects presented here. Funny, how I just fearlessly ride into the dangerous neighbourhood and just when I am about to be discovered there I wake up. This happens so often in my dreams; I escape, every time, from danger by waking up. This says something significant about me and I need to give this much serious and deep thought. I could learn something about myself if get to the bottom of what it must mean, as always, I will ponder this further.
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