last nights dream... I've been gone for several weeks, living in one of those rundown streetside motels, but now I'm coming home, a place that seems foreign to me because I think our apartment is new. As I walk into the building, the hallways are tight and the walls are dark. But I'm not afraid. I move forward. The walls are slowly being painted white by painters. They each look at me strangely as I pass. My anticipation grows. As I continue I hear whispers that my wife has purchased a special bathtub, an antique bathtub. As I round the corner to our apartment, which feels new but old, I walk in and there it is, sitting in the middle of the room, not yet in the bathroom. It is beautiful. Brass fittings. Brass feet... then I wake up...
Interpretation???
Monday, February 12, 2007
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