Dream of: 24 January 2002 "A Big Mess"
I was at the 29th Street House. I had been there a few weeks ago, and I had now returned again. My mother and I were walking around outside the House. I was a little upset because my brother-in-law had left several projects undone around the House. The back yard was all torn up where he had been digging a well. He had also been doing some plumbing work in the front yard, and had left a stinking pool of raw sewage there, almost three meters by two meters in size. The rest of the area outside was cluttered with all kinds of junk left lying around. As I walked around, I counted about ten projects which had been left uncompleted inside and outside the House. Unfortunately, this problem had existed for months now, and there had been no change since the last time I had been there, almost a month ago. I decided something needed to be changed.
My sister (about 25 years old) was also present. I didn't want to say anything to her about the problem, but finally I decided something simply had to be done. I pulled my sister over to the side and told her that our mother was an old woman in her last years of life and that now she had to put up with all this junk all over the place. My sister admitted she understood what I was saying, but she simply didn't know what to do about it. Instead, she started crying and crying -- snot even ran disgustingly out of her nose. She was a mess -- she simply didn't know how to deal with the situation.
As we were standing by the side of the House, I saw my brother-in-law walking in front of the House. I had not yet been able to talk with him, and I decided now would be a good time to do so. As I walked toward him, I saw him get into a car. When I reached him, however, I discovered the man was not my brother-in-law at all, but some other man. I now saw my brother-in-law coming out of a house across the street where he had apparently been visiting someone. I called to him and beckoned him to come to me so I could talk with him. Several other people were also standing around.
My mother was still with me, and she, my brother-in-law, and I began walking down the street together. I wanted to tell my brother-in-law I had originally thought he was a conscientious and hard-working worker. However, I didn't want to sound repetitive by using the words "hard-working" and "worker" together, and I tried to think of a different way to phrase my words. I decided to simply say "conscientious and hard-working." Then I would tell him I no longer thought he was "conscientious and hard-working." I said, "Its been a month ago...," then I paused and started calculating how long ago it had been since I had last been there. Today was the 17th. Last month I had arrived on the 21st. So it had been almost a month from the last time I had arrived to today.
I continued talking. I told my brother-in-law I had seen for myself how he started one project without finishing the previous project. He admitted it. He put his hands up to his head and threw his hands down again. He walked away from me and again put his hands to his head and lowered them again. He obviously knew the big mess was his fault, but he didn't seem to know how to deal with it.
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