Have you ever had a dream that left you feeling like you NEED to figure out what it means? Dirt roads…drop offs and abandoned buildings with shady characters lurking in the corners and appearing from the mist…OMG! What does it mean?

I lay there in bed looking at the ceiling then the window…what did it mean? I was driving on a dirt road with someone…a woman? I think I knew her…she was quiet, slender, long hair I think…did I have the dogs with me? I can’t remember, but I have a feeling they were.  The road narrowed…and narrowed…and soon there was nothing but a fine lip of a ledge…how did the car not fall in the water just below?

Can we lift the car up onto the bank above the quickly washing road? It’s just us… Did the car fall into the abyss? I’m not sure…We climbed up the dirt embankment and on to a large open field filled with dips and valleys and tall grass poking up here and there. The dirt was cool but the sun was shining as if at mid-day then suddenly, it was at sunrise.

Look! Over there…It’s a building. Large 3 stories maybe…the field has shrunk in size…its more like a vacant lot now. I see broken glass in the once clean, cool dirt. The windows are boarded up and the brick looks dusty. How did we get in here?! The stair well is empty, the walls remind me of a 1970’s office building we played hide and go seek in. The railings are cold…

Climbing, climbing…The woman with the long hair is still with me…up to the top floor. The space is messy. Turned over boxes, leftover wire. One of the ceiling tiles falls and slopes against the wall. Wires dangle from the ceiling moving, swaying as if someone just brushed past them. “Is anybody here?” Oh…this space would be wonderful for a studio/gallery with a little time and effort…

From the stairwell comes a sound of footsteps…quiet, slightly shuffling…there seems to be more than one set. Through the space between walls steps a tall man wearing a nice business coat. He has a hat on, tipped slightly forward so I can’t see his face. His partner steps through another space in the wall…same clothes, shady disposition…he seems to be sneaking over to the wall where the ceiling tile rests. Who are these people? Why are they here? They don’t seem to see us…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep….beep…beep…beeeeeeeeeep….

Snooze!