Everything's related to everything else...
Tue, Apr. 29th, 2008 09:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scarlettina...and I know this because my dreams tell me so. Let me explain.
This week's chapter of the room switcheroo is to reorganize the closets now that two of the major rooms are done. The closet in what's now my bedroom contains a nearly-ten-year-old Apple LCII plus printer, plus two external hard drives all packaged up in large, unwieldy storage boxes. Once those boxes are removed and their contents recycled, the closet will have room to be a closet again rather than merely hardware storage. I knew there was stuff on those drives I wanted, though, including among other things, correspondence with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dochyel, short stories long since abandoned, etc. Well, long story short, I enlisted snarke's help to extract said stuff. I spent most of last night at his place while he did his voodoo. It felt like going back in time, seeing that old Apple system 7 interface again, and seeing the names of all those old files plus other files I'd forgotten about. The nostalgia was overwhelming, the sense of leaving things behind, the sense of closure.
At the same time, I learned thatsnarke's senior kitty Dominic, the only cat I've ever known snarke to own, has developed an enormous growth in his belly that will take him from us, probably later this week. The visit was my chance to give him final pets and scritches and to say goodbye to him. My boys got lots of loving last night and tonight.
Yesterday afternoon, I heard a piece on NPR about inherited homes in New Orleans, the informality of such inheritance in poorer communities, and the troubles that victims of Hurricane Katrina were having trying to prove ownership of destroyed properties.
What with other things ending this week, it's obviously a time of transition. At such times, I often have dreams about houses and last night was no exception. I dreamed that I was living in a big house that I'd inherited from my parents. A storm was brewing and rain was beginning to leak in just as my brother and I discovered an entire wing we'd forgotten existed: two stories tall, busted-out windows with torn curtains flapping in the rain-whipped breeze. (How we could have forgotten a whole wing is beyond me, because we discovered it by looking out a window...but this is dream logic, right?) All I could think of was all the furniture in the wing that I wanted to save. At the same time, I found myself thinking that I'd lived all this time without that furniture; would saving it really make a difference? I was terribly torn, and something was pulling me away from the window, something that wouldn't let me go.
I can still feel that weird push-me-pull-you sense of conflict, the nostalgia of looking at all this beautiful old furniture, and the need to move on away from it. It's still immediate, all these hours later. And it's evident to me that this one dream wrapped up all this other stuff, plus a couple of things I haven't mentioned here. Beginnings and endings, it's all related.
And it's nice to be a cognitive dreamer. Makes dream interpretation much easier and helps me do my therapist's work for her.
This week's chapter of the room switcheroo is to reorganize the closets now that two of the major rooms are done. The closet in what's now my bedroom contains a nearly-ten-year-old Apple LCII plus printer, plus two external hard drives all packaged up in large, unwieldy storage boxes. Once those boxes are removed and their contents recycled, the closet will have room to be a closet again rather than merely hardware storage. I knew there was stuff on those drives I wanted, though, including among other things, correspondence with
dochyel, short stories long since abandoned, etc. Well, long story short, I enlisted snarke's help to extract said stuff. I spent most of last night at his place while he did his voodoo. It felt like going back in time, seeing that old Apple system 7 interface again, and seeing the names of all those old files plus other files I'd forgotten about. The nostalgia was overwhelming, the sense of leaving things behind, the sense of closure.At the same time, I learned that
snarke's senior kitty Dominic, the only cat I've ever known snarke to own, has developed an enormous growth in his belly that will take him from us, probably later this week. The visit was my chance to give him final pets and scritches and to say goodbye to him. My boys got lots of loving last night and tonight.Yesterday afternoon, I heard a piece on NPR about inherited homes in New Orleans, the informality of such inheritance in poorer communities, and the troubles that victims of Hurricane Katrina were having trying to prove ownership of destroyed properties.
What with other things ending this week, it's obviously a time of transition. At such times, I often have dreams about houses and last night was no exception. I dreamed that I was living in a big house that I'd inherited from my parents. A storm was brewing and rain was beginning to leak in just as my brother and I discovered an entire wing we'd forgotten existed: two stories tall, busted-out windows with torn curtains flapping in the rain-whipped breeze. (How we could have forgotten a whole wing is beyond me, because we discovered it by looking out a window...but this is dream logic, right?) All I could think of was all the furniture in the wing that I wanted to save. At the same time, I found myself thinking that I'd lived all this time without that furniture; would saving it really make a difference? I was terribly torn, and something was pulling me away from the window, something that wouldn't let me go.
I can still feel that weird push-me-pull-you sense of conflict, the nostalgia of looking at all this beautiful old furniture, and the need to move on away from it. It's still immediate, all these hours later. And it's evident to me that this one dream wrapped up all this other stuff, plus a couple of things I haven't mentioned here. Beginnings and endings, it's all related.
And it's nice to be a cognitive dreamer. Makes dream interpretation much easier and helps me do my therapist's work for her.