Dream of: 09 March 1994 (2) "I've Got Love"
I pulled up in a car beside the gray house on Grace Street in New Boston
where Birdie used to live. I knew that Birdie no longer lived in
the house, and that my
mother was going to move in. It seemed strange
being there after so many years. I knew Birdie's parents had
moved away long ago, but for some reason I still felt uneasy
there.
I was going to be in the area a few days, and I thought I
might just sleep in the car next to the house while I was there. But
then I thought that since my mother was going to be living in the
house, there was no reason why I couldn't stay in the house. I
got out of the car, walked up to the front door, and finding it
open, walked on in.
The house seemed clean inside although there was no furniture. I stood in the front living room and could see though the
house to the rear. All the floors were covered with linoleum. As
I looked around, I recalled that I had never been through the
house. I had only been in the living room once before. I walked
to the next room behind the living room. On the side to the
street was a bay window, which looked as if it would have been a
pleasant place to sit. I walked on back to the kitchen and saw a
large room adjoining it. I noticed how rich the woodwork was
throughout the house.
I thought I might go upstairs to see what Birdie's bedroom
had looked like. I had never seen it before. But instead I walked
down to the basement. Right at the foot of the stairs I saw a
small rocking chair which could seat two people. It had a strip
of wood along its top. I pushed it to see if it would rock, and
it did. The upholstery was worn on the seat. I thought it be
longed to my mother. I thought it would be an interesting project to
try to repair.
I also saw and picked up an old wooden lamp, which was
missing the socket for the bulb. Apparently it was another piece
of furniture which my mother had put down there and which needed
fixed.
***
I had been on a
bicycle outside the house and had pulled up
on the back porch. I was in the process of putting a lock on the
bicycle, when some children walked up. I spoke to them in Spanish
(since I thought that was their language) for a few
moments, then asked them if there were many thieves around there.
Just as I spoke I noticed that a woman on the back porch of
the neighboring house had clearly overheard what I
had said. I thought she might think it was suspicious that I was
fooling with a lock and was asking questions about thieves. She
might think I was a thief. I turned to her and in a deep voice,
I told her that I was my mother's son.
That seemed to satisfy her. I turned to the back door to go
into the house, and noticed that it was partly open. I wondered
if I had left it open when I had left. I didn't think I had, and
I was concerned that someone was inside waiting for me. Just as I
was about to enter, I heard music playing. I heard someone sing,
"I've got love..."
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