So here it is, another chance, wide awake you face the day
I had a weird dream this morning before finally getting up and starting the day. It was really short, just kind of a vignette.
I am in the house, but it is not any house I recognize from life. I know it is my home and it feels familiar and "homey" but it is not recognizable as anyplace I've actually lived. It's an older house, maybe Victorian architecture. I'm looking out of one of those old fashioned single-hung windows into a yard in the front of the place from the side of the house. The sky is very gray, it's a little chilly, but not exactly cold, perhaps spring, as the trees are budding, and there is a rain falling very steadily. As I look, I see sitting on the curb of the sidewalk, a young Crystal and to her right Lee, as a child, sitting on the curb next to her, both of them looking around or waiting as if they don't know where they are. They aren't looking at one another or the house.
I find it odd that they are sitting there in the rain, so I slide the window up and call out to them, "Hey, the house is over here." Lee turns, looks and sees me. She stands up and begins walking to the front door and Crystal gets up and follows her. I go to the door and let them in. Then I go in another room and get them robes and towels and some blankets. They don't say anything, but they sit down on the carpet in the living room, in front of a fireplace, and dry off and put on the robes and wrap up in the blankets as I build a fire in the fireplace. They still aren't saying anything but they seem happy to be getting warm and dry.
I felt a weirdness, a kind of melancholy, or sadness, so I woke up. This is the second time in about a week I've had a dream featuring Crystal and Lee although I cannot remember the details of the previous one. I just lay there for a little while in bed, before I decided to get up and go get breakfast and start my day. I don't know what to make of the dream, but it has kind of been haunting my thoughts all day.
Addendum: I was re-reading my post from my most recent birthday and I realized that I had heard something today, a quotation, mentioned in a podcast, that expresses what I was thinking when I was pondering Wilt Chamberlain's prodigality. The quote goes something like this: "If you want to know what it is like to have sex with a lot of different people, have sex with the same person every day. If you want to know what it is like to have sex with the same person every day, have sex with a lot of different people." OK. I find that profound.