In a dream you were sitting there waiting for me
In my dream I accidentally took the wrong book home from work and it was a novel written by ACT MP Deborah Coddington. Which is a strange thing to dream about. I did run back though and return the book, in case someone else needed it. Unfortunately that meant I lost track of Dad and James, with whom I was supposed to be having brunch. Happily in the lift I happened into Richie & Simon. The lift was fairly clever and moved about on a track, a bit like a monorail. It took us for a tour up and around and all over the building (which reminded me of similar clever lifts of my childhood, which is odd because there was only one lift in my childhood — it was in the tallest building in Masterton (eight stories), and was completely normal), then down into a Dutch canal. The sides of the canal were shored up with wooden tiles. I kicked some of them off before noticing a chocolate coin (5 Guilder) wrapped in gold foil under the water. I picked it up and that’s when I realised I was dreaming, which I explained in facetious detail to an old man who had deigned to materialize near the canal.
Don McGlashan reached for you like the first cigarette of the very first day. It’s always a surprise to me to discover what the morning’s first glass of water will taste like.
Yesterday on the lawn in Civic Square in the sun after a nap I finished M Scott Peck’s The Different Drum: Community & Peace-making. His idea of community stretches from intense small groups of people on retreats being very ‘real’ and ‘vulnerable’ with each other to the relationships between nations, but he didn’t give me much of a vision of how community might operate in normal weekday life. I still recommend the book though — it does give a worthwhile framework for thinking about group interactions. I got his book People of the Lie out. It is about ‘evil people’. So far, after two chapters, it’s good and interesting-sad. You can read excerpts from the book here.
I feel a river of change is about to wash us all downstream.
5 responses to “In a dream you were sitting there waiting for me”
Leave a Reply
You must be logged in to post a comment.
Matt that was a very interesting dream.
Have you ever been reading a book prior to going to sleep and felt yourself actually dreaming outcomes for the story you are reading ,realised(as you did with the gold coin)that you are dreaming and clicked back into reality,now there is a strange term but one we might deal with another day.A good travel book by Kevin Rushby is “Eating the flowers of Paradise” try not sleep into that book though or you might remember the full verses of “Round and round the mulberry bush”
I often fall asleep reading, but I don’t recall ever dreaming about that particular book. On occasion I have dreams set in books or movies, but they are generally the stories that are fairly well stuck inside me, like Narnia or Star Wars, rather than something I’ve just read.
I bought chocolate gold coins for my flatmates yesterday, incidentally.
And I woke up having slept on one and thought I had soiled myself in my sleep. Then thought I was bleeding from a hideous gash. Then thought I was leaking oil. Then found the wrapper and realised the horrible truth.
Is there a connection between the ‘river of change’ and the chocolate coins?
Ha