I just wanted to get down the scraps of the dream I had last night before it all faded away. There were three memorable components. The first was about some sort of visit to one of my sons, who seemed to be incarcerated in some sort of semi-penal institution. I went to visit him with a vague idea of getting him 'released'. ( I've no idea why he was there or anything..) Once I tracked him down inside the place he seemed peeved to see me, as if I should have either gotten there earlier, or not have come altogether.
After speaking to him, I went off to find the proper authorities to get him released. That part was sort of vague, but once I'd completed my negotiations, I went back 'inside' to track him down. Somehow, between the time I'd left him and the time I got back, he'd done something to get "time" added to his sentence, so he couldn't leave. Once I found that out, I figured there was little I could do now but come back another time. Since he'd managed to make trouble for himself again, there seemed little reason for me to hang around. He was mad that I wasn't going to try to wrangle his release, but I figured it was his own mess and he wasn't all that keen on having me there in the first place, so.... see ya later alligator. That was part one... probably the most rationally 'complete' of the three scenes.
I think the second part was related to the first, in that I believe I was trying to get back 'there' (wherever that was..) to see him again. However, my return method was little on the wonky side. I decided that I'd get there by going hand over hand on the overhead power lines strung between those big metal structures you see criss-crossing the country. Somehow I was convinced that would be the fastest way.
One of the interesting symbolic parts of this scene was the lines themselves. They were this sort of 'silver' color, rather than black or grey like they probably really are. I did manage to get up there and grab hold of the cables and start across, but was having some doubts about my strength and ability to make it to the next pylon. Of course, I didn't have these misgivings until I was already out there doing the old hand over hand thing suspended above the earth. I wasn't afraid of falling, (and didn't feel heavy) but I was being very tentative with my grip and the length of my reach.
Due to frustration about this, I finally just said 'fuck it' and started to really stretch out there as I was making my way across. Somehow, this was just what was needed and I shot across that expanse of cable faster than I thought would be possible for a mere human like me. I remember looking at the cable as I was traversing it and seeing that parts of it were stained. But the cable itself was not frayed or anything. It's basic integrity was very much in evidence, even though some parts of it were darkened. The only other significant thing I remember about this part was telling myself that I needed to get some gloves if I was going to continue my journey.
The third section of my dream was a little less linear. There was minor storyline about my having had to fix a hole in a car belonging to a neighborhood chum (from my childhood) that I'd borrowed and messed up somehow. So, I was in this big, old, messy hardware store back in one corner looking through their section that held the nuts, bolts, and screws.
The 'hardware' section where I was had a mix of drawers and packages on hooks. Things were scattered all over the place, and it was obvious that no employee had been back there in a long time to straighten things up or put things in order. Consequently, I was on my own in quest to find the right screw for the job. I knew what I wanted, but had to poke around in various drawers and bins, sifting through the mess that other people had left behind. Many of the drawers had various sizes all mixed together and I was trying to find some matching screws so that I'd have enough to do the job.
Interestingly, most of the hardware was of a good quality, a black carbon steel of nice hardness, and I knew it would do the job well if I could find the right ones. I was very reassured about getting the 'right stuff' even though it was not easy going finding what I needed. In the midst of my search, the owner/neighbor guy showed up to pester me about getting his vehicle fixed, and he was accompanied by his bleached blonde bimbo girlfriend. ( Based on the identity of this guy from my past and the presence of his companion, I've surmised that this was a representation of my 'id'. That part seemed pretty clear upon reflection after I woke up.)
After annoying the shit out of me, they finally left the store and I went back to my search. I had been 'thrown off the scent' by having to deal with them, and couldn't regain the concentration needed to continue my search for the right part. I was frustrated because I liked the quality of the parts I'd found, but was running out of time to get just the correct ones. So,... I decided to leave the chaotic, disorganized, but somehow comforting hardware store and go to a "Menard's" that was in a nearby mall. I remember thinking that their hardware section would be all neat and tidy and I'd be able to find what I had in mind, but that those lovely plastic packages all labeled and hung up on hooks would contain cheap metal screws made in China. Not only that, but I'd have to take what cheap low quality stuff they gave me rather than get just the type and amount (and quality) I needed. Man, is that metaphoric or what???
Anyway.. that's enough of that stuff. I just wanted to make sure I'd written it down so I could go back to it later.. All for now.
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