Dream of things past
Last night I dreamed I was involved in some sort of real estate transaction selling a building to a rich developer.
We were in their car driving around the city looking at property, but the place we were discussing was not where we were driving.
We came to a major road and got in the lane to turn left.
“If you turn right here, I can show you the actual building,” I said.
He changed lanes and we went right. As we went up a hill there were three green houses on the left side of the road.
“It’s the first one,” I said, pointing at the darkest green one on the left as we went up the hill.
Dream ends
The car we were in was the old Mercedes that Bill Potter, my first boss after engineering school, drove. It was the biggest and most expensive one he could get and he was very proud of it. I only rode in it a couple of times and the most recent was 1987, but I guess it left an impression on me.
It isn’t clear if that is who was supposed to be the rich guy buying property, but Bill Potter was a big real estate guy and was always buying, selling or planning to do so almost every conversation. So, it does fit.
Also to be clear, I hated Bill Potter and still do. He was, by far, the worst boss I ever had, even if it’s been 1/3 of a century since I worked for him. He hit customers, threw furniture at employees, had all sorts of temper tantrums, paid poorly and belittled everyone around him.
A goggle search indicates he died last August at age 85.
The city in the dream was supposed to be Worcester, but looked more like parts of Boston near the Forest Hills T stop of my youth. It looks nothing like that now.
The building it was supposed to be in my dream was the building I lived in for three months in 1983, and where I was living when I met my wife.
But, it didn’t look like that building.
It looked like the building my sister lived in until she died last year. A building I’ve only seen on Google Street view and not in person.
The last time I visited my sister in 1990, she moved the year after and made it VERY clear she did not want me to visit the new place.
I’m really not at all sure what this dream was about.
Maybe just random memories put together. Normally I can see what things are about, but not this time.
Very strange.